Sydney Mum finding motherhood is totes hectic
A sick test, sounds like fun, eh? When both of you are sick, deep winter sick, when all you need is sleep and a large box of tissues.
For 4 weeks I had the flu which turned into an infection needing antibiotics. As a pregnant lady I can’t take much medicine, particularly my favourite cold and flu tablets. I was a tissue devouring sick person. Just as I was recovering the faux-husband took on a special gastro illness. His farts were room clearing. His toilet needs were nocturnal. He used toilet paper and bleach like I used tissues and mugs of hot lemon tea.
The 18month old, watching all this, was having fun pulling tissues from boxes and scattering them all over the house. One learned bonus is she can wipe her own nose having seen us do it so many times.
Two sick adults – one who is on the heavy side of pregnancy, a robust 18month old, and you have the relationship sick test. We were both sick of each other being sick and we gave each other a few choice words at night when sleep frustration hit. A few times I slept on the couch just so I could snuffle and use tissues without disturbing him. He would take her out of the house in the afternoons so I could have a rest. The special soup was made, one which we could eat for a whole week, as cooking or thinking about meals became too much.
One night, as we lay in bed, both on our smart phones, we realised the illness had gone, and we could go back to being just exhausted parents, with one winter of illness over.