Being ill is rubbish, being ill with a needy toddler (or probably any child) is super rubbish.
Gone are the days of staying in bed and sticking two fingers up to the world around you, only getting up for chicken soup, a hot toddy and more tissues. Replaced instead with a toddler kicking his feet against you pounding head wanting attention.
I wanted to just curl up and feel sorry for myself, he wanted to read giraffes can’t dance and play cars.
I wanted to watch crap tv under the duvet, he wanted to watch Doc McStuffin and jump on the duvet (and me)
I wanted to drink hot tea and eat naughty food, he wanted to drink my hot tea and naughty food.
But, he also gave me lovely hugs, big open mouth kisses and stroked my head.
I wanted to give advice on surviving sickness with a healthy bouncy toddler but I don’t think there is any! Just get through it any way you can…..for me I had to give up everything non essential including, writing the blog, housework and dealing with admin. In fact, I do have one piece of advice, if sickness gets worse it’s not going away. Go to the doctors! I went to the doctors, a couple of days too late and I had a chest infection and quite developed mastitis where I couldn’t lift my right arm without a lot of pain. The antibiotics took effect so quickly, I just wish I hadn’t been so stubborn and had gone sooner.
I felt like a terrible mum at times, but mum guilt is something we get over so many things! Being ill wasn’t a choice and I had to keep reminding myself of that. I did hate that I had such a low tolerance level but I’m sure he won’t hold it against me.
Now it’s onwards and upwards to enjoy the next few weeks in paradise before we are back in good old Blighty.