After we got back from the north Georgia mountains on Sunday night, I threw up. I know this may be strange to you, but I actually throw up at the drop of a hat so this didn’t seem completely strange to me. It actually didn’t occur to me that I would be…sick. I explained it away as being any number of things. None of them sick.
But then I got sick again. And again. And again.
And even thought I’m a weird person, I’m not that weird.
So I secluded myself in our downstairs bedroom where I could moan and complain in peace.
And then my alarm went off at 4:30 a.m. so I could go to work.
So I did.
Because I thought that surely whatever weird bug I’d gotten would be over and done by then. Right?
So I got sick at work. I did the bare minimum I could get away with and drove home after an hour.
When I arrived home that morning, by little button of a cute baby saw me and held out his arms and cried for me.
And I had to walk away.
As if being the sickest I have ever been in recent memory wasn’t bad enough, as if thinking that there was no way I could make the drive home, then I came home to my sweet baby wanting his mama and I had to LEAVE.
I just bawled.
(I’m thinking maybe the sickness contributed to this outpouring of tears. Right?)
I wanted to hold my baby and cuddle with him and see him and I couldn’t because I was infectious.
And so I stayed in my downstairs sick cave all day.
Tom went to daycare like normal, and then Kev picked him up from daycare and they did his afternoon/nighttime routine — my routine — without me.
I slept through it all.
That was the longest amount of time I’ve been without Tom. And it was awful for me. Maybe moreso because I was in the house, but just couldn’t be with them.
So yesterday, I actually picked Tom up from daycare. The first time I’d seen him in 30 hours (if you count the time I had to walk away.) I hadn’t been sick since Monday morning so I thought I’d be safe for him.
And it was great.
Like running across a field of flowers — reunited with Tom!
We took it easy yesterday afternoon. We watched some Barney together. And played a little. And then we took his bath and I put him to bed.
Being sick is the worst. Being sick when you have a cute baby is even worse than that.
Being able to finally hug your little one is awesome.
Although, no kisses.