February 18, 2016
Last night and this morning was rough. My youngest son became ill yesterday, so he slept on a make shift bed beside my bed last night. He was constantly fighting sleep, a fever, and a stomach ache. He got little sleep as well as my husband and me.
This morning I took him to see our pediatrician, and discovered he has strep throat. Poor little guy. Having my children sick is the worst for me. It’s worse than the screaming, fighting, crying, and whining. It’s a feeling of helplessness on my part. A feeling of wanting to make everything better with a wave of a magic mom wand, but cannot.
I’ve spent most of my life being ill in some way, mostly stomach aches though. I remember countless nights of vomiting and stomach cramps. The only thing that made me feel better was my mom rocking me to sleep in our hideous brown clothed rocker. I’ll never forget those long nights of my mom’s comfort during those agonizing stomach aches.
Today has been a long day of cleaning, sanitizing the spots where my son got sick, and caring for him. Thankfully, my husband came home to cook dinner, and helped me clean the kitchen as well. I’m so grateful to have a husband that listens, understands, and helps with my chronic illness. I know it gets him down (as told in his story), too, but he’s strong for me when I need it the most. Often times I don’t realize I need it until he shows that I do need it.
It’s still early in the evening, but the bustling events of the day has me exhausted. I know there will be no argument to go to bed early. We all need it. I just hope my back and hip pains are minimal during the night.
Good night, friends
Disclaimer: Please understand that everyone is different in their journey with fibromyalgia and/or chronic illness. This is my journey, my stories, my vulnerability to share with you in order to help in some way. It is in no way to compare my journey with yours or to minimize your pains, feelings, or experiences. Please do not comment with any negativity.