This morning I went over to the hospital, feeling completely drained and just not very good. I had to wait for Craig and Gavin to wake up for once as they were having a lie-in today, and when I went in I started the process of getting Gav’s room ready for the day. As I put out the play-mats and toys, and then prepared Gavin’s bath, I noticed my nose running a little bit and thought “Uh-oh. This doesn’t look good.” Gav’s WBC was down to almost zero today, so after conferring with our nurse, Jen, I put on a mask and tried to avoid Gavin as much as I could.
I guess I have to admit it, I’m sick. I have a hard time being sick and was praying that I could make it through this without getting sick at all. I knew it was coming, but NOW??! The timing is truly awful. Once my mom arrived this morning we put together a plan. Apparently, in case of illness, you can add a fourth to the roster so my sister got called up due to a cough that Da has. I decided to remove myself from the premises immediately so as not to infect my little man any more, and with guilty tears in my eyes came back to the condo.
I don’t know what I have. It doesn’t seem to be a cold, I don’t have a fever, I just feel achy and tired. Please, God, Earth Mother and all other deities, don’t let this be anything serious. I have done very little with myself today and have not even managed to get any more sleep. I’ve spent quite a bit of time curled up on the couch.
Poor little man, when I left I told him I had to leave because I was sick and he said, “Ok. Mama. Sick. Bye.” I’m sure he’s had a perfectly lovely day playing with Bubby and Auntie, and apparently the music therapist came today and he played bells, drums and wind chimes, which sounds like a lot of fun. I was sorry to miss that!
Anyway. I hope to be better soon, I hope I didn’t infect my little one. I hope this is nothing much. Going to go loll around some more now.