My mother always says you can’t be ill when you are a mum however what if you are?
It has been a long two weeks. It started off well; he who helped create them got himself a new job which has kept us away from the value beans for a little while longer. The downside to the new role was that he would have to spend the first two weeks in Leeds, 400 miles away from me and the three hungry mouths he has to feed. Still I actually quite looked forward to a bit of peace. Could have been nice if I had got some.
Firstly I found myself victim of a hijack, Mr Nasty Bug decided to move into my stomach and take up residence, one night he even invited his mates Mr Sic kend and Mrs Diana Rhea over for a party (sorry). Have you ever tried breastfeeding a baby when your stomach is off riding a rollercoaster? I can’t even bring myself to confess some of the places I have fed this week.
At least I had respite between the hours of 8.55 and 3.15 until Mr Nasty Bug decided misery wanted a little bit of company. I had just settled down on the sofa wrapped in blankets, when I heard a cry from above; “My eyes, my eyes”. Thinking that Twin boy had somehow discovered my photo album from my University days I dashed upstairs to be confronted by a dripping tearful child who had thrown up in his sleep on his back and covered his own head – he gets that skill from his Dad.
As the week continues Mr Nasty Bug moved out and a cold moved in, twin girl has been afflicted with an ear ache and tooth ache so she got to stay home for a couple of days as well. Twin boy had a bash at going back to school but it must have been too much for him as he returned home poorlier than before. So today was the culmination of events, no one went to school after I slept outside the bathroom as it made life easier and the twins competed to see who could get the highest temperature it just seemed pointless.
All feeling slightly rested and dare I say a little bit better this evening we were chatting between us as the golden time of 7pm swiftly approached. We were discussing who has been the most ill. Really I thought the title must go to me, I have been ill the longest and had the most variety, I have also continued to nourish one child albeit supplemented by the occasional broccoli stick, and have cared and nursed for the other two. However not wanting to not be top dog twin boy started to list all his ailments, I would list them however I didn’t hear a word. A sudden horror fell over me; my eyes stared at him as he continued to bleat on about his tummy, his eyes and everything else that ached. I couldn’t believe it, after the amount of bodily fluids I had cleaned up in the last ten days, alone without any other grown up to help me someone had decided that enough clearly wasn’t enough. Whilst twin boy went on and on I stood up silently, went to the bathroom, got the bottle, sat down again with the comb and proceeded to start to remove the ugly little blighters that I had just seen crawl across my lovely boys skull.
Roll on the weekend, its Daddy time.
Your head itches now doesn’t it……?
That makes me smile a little……!
Oh my goodness! Poor you. I don’t know how on earth you coped with all that. I had horrendous tonsillitis once while my husband was in the US, my friends had to do a rota to look after the kids.
Hope you have a really restful weekend 🙂
I remember lying on the sofa when my daughter was a baby, she was lying on the floor next to me. I had just been sick and felt so weak and nauseas (sic? sorry, bad pun!) that I wasn’t sure I could get up. I was alone with her, no adult in the vicinity, no one to call who could get to me, and I felt really scared. It dawned on me that I just couldn’t be ill. If I passed out, or couldn’t get up, what was to become of my little baby girl? I’ve never forgotten that moment.
I do so, so hope you continue to regain your strength, and yes my head is itching now!
E x
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Leeds is beautiful this time of year!
I too have been there! I feel for you. I was breastfeeding 2month old and entertaining active 2.5 year old whilst things were exploding from top and bottom halves of my body. I felt like death. Littlest was too young to feed anything else just to add to the pressure. My other half was in the Isle of Man working hard but not hard enough!
He who helped create them! Bring flowers and chocks back! At the very least lol
I feel for you having had been there “mummy i need a poo poo” is not what i wanted to hear mid vomit with my head down the loo !
And yes my head is itching now
POOR YOU! OH my gosh, you need diamonds for all this, forget flowers and chocolates. Infact he who created them should get you a week in Barbados with nanny over Christmas. Ok I get it, he who created them is not Simon Cowell but you need an award or something…
It is so true that the innate fact you are a mother and if alone, means however ill you are, you somehow find the strength to put your kids first.
It’s amazing and so are you. I had an emergency c section and having only had paracetamol to help with pain relied (allergic to morphine and codeine), I felt probably the worst I ever have but somehow, who knows how-I got up, breastfed, and looked after my baby. I had my partner and Mother to help (esp that first week) but most of all I think I owe Mother Nature the most, being a mother means being selfless and it makes you feel better focusing on them and not you.
Wishing you all full recovery and no more visits from those ill named guests! Imagine if people were actually called Diana Rhea!
My god this is just what I’m going through at the moment,know exactally how you feel,x
Awww your life is like mine :)))))
We’ve had similar the last few weeks. But the nits would really finish me off I think 🙂
I think you need a big prize for all you’ve gone throught. Treat yourself to the most expensive tin of beans you can find!
Great post missus!
Oh my god you poor things you need a bloody medal for going through all that. Hope it is all over with now xx
Very funny and scarily memory provoking. Cooking Tip: try the value beans with champagne and a little caviar on the side. Priceless.