It’s a tired refrain, but one many of us mums and our spouses use all the time: “I really can’t get sick right now.” In fact, I hear my husband utter the words anytime someone coughs near him. I always respond with an eye-roll because come on, who really can afford to get sick, ever? It’s inconvenient, stressful, painful and renders us useless. Many employers offer so few sick days that a severe cold or virus isn’t enough to convince us to use one. And taking care of kids when sick? Oh. My. Goodness.
So, I try not to use that expression, but I’ll never forget the one time I did. My family (plus our two pets) had to evacuate our apartment suddenly due to water damage. It was in the midst of record-breaking heat and none of our friends had room to put us up. Cramped in a tiny hotel room with three people, a dog and a cat was stressful enough. But on Day One of our saga, I felt it. A tickle in the back of my throat. Its initial reveal was in the form of a small, pathetic cough. Yet, we mums know. Insignificant as that little cough might have seemed from the outside, it felt loaded. “I really cannot get sick right now,” I lamented.
Within three hours, I had a skyrocketing fever, the chills, and a burning throat. Forced to co-sleep due to a missing travel cot, I turned my back on my family in the hotel room that night, riddled with illness from my nose to my toes. Wouldn’t you believe it? In the morning, I felt even worse. Just in time for the plot to thicken — my husband, too, was sick, but it was his stomach. We packed the baby up and headed to the medical clinic (of course it was Saturday), only to find out that the hubs had a virus and mine was strep throat. And bronchitis.
Not wanting to risk doubly infecting each other, and desperate to keep as many germs as possible away from our then-7-month-old, we decided to split up for the week. We ferreted the animals off to family members and my husband headed back to the flood zone, leaving me, my hacking cough, and our overly energetic baby in his wake. Yikes. Here’s how I survived five days of illness as a stay-at-home parent — and miraculously, kept my daughter from getting sick, too.
1. Call in sick
The first thing I did was alert anyone who was expecting anything from me that week that they would not be receiving it. Sometimes, you just have to give in and let yourself be sick. I realise that there is always going to be someone who expects us to push through and just do, but when you are so sick that you can barely get out of bed in the morning and you have a baby to take care of, cutting your losses and giving yourself a true “sick day” or two is the only option.
2. Avoid handling the kids (as much as possible!)
Secondly, I kept my paws off my kid. This is hard to manage when said kid is not yet walking and needs to be held a lot. I did my best to be near her without actually holding her, for the duration of my five-day stint in Sickville. When I had to change her nappy or breastfeed her I would make sure to keep my hands as far away from her face as possible, and would turn my head away to breathe in another direction. To the outside world, I probably looked like a really uncaring mum. The good news is, we were hiding inside and free from the scrutiny of the outside world.
3. Create a fun zone
To keep her entertained and as far as away from me as possible, while still safe, I created a toy-loaded fun zone. I dug deep for the energy to clean her toys after washing my hands vigorously, then set them up in different stations throughout the room. I padded the walls with pillows so she could crawl from one to the other and keep herself occupied. And, forgive me, but I also put the TV on, so there would be visual stimuli she could enjoy when I just could not muster the strength to entertain her. Older kids would probably do even better, as they appreciate TV more and can be tasked with colouring Mummy a “feel-better” picture. But we made it through with minimal meltdowns, thankfully.
4. Order takeaway meals
Here is the mum-guilt kicker: I ordered delivery. You got that right. Preparing meals for the family is not only strenuous, but dangerous when you’re sick. Too much contamination. Yes, this was an expensive choice, but luckily I didn’t have much of an appetite, so the food lasted me longer. And we also had enough packaged baby food on hand to last through the week. Typically, I make my daughter’s food from scratch, but this was not the week for it. We made up the budget later in the month when my head was clear — but when I was sick, rest was the most important thing.
5. Accept all help
Finally, I accepted any iota of help that was offered. A few friends availed themselves throughout our ordeal and held the baby or played with her so I could lie down for 20 minutes. I am usually the do-it-all type and hate feeling indebted to others, but when I’m down, I’m learning to accept a leg up here and there.
In a little under a week and thanks to the glory of antibiotics, I was feeling better. Our damaged carpet had been repaired, my husband’s stomach was back to normal, and we reunited for a weekend of serious Netflix-watching and plenty of naps all around. There were days of that relentless illness when I literally thought I wouldn’t be able to get out of bed. Call me dramatic, but strep and bronchitis at once in 30-plus-degree heat is a lot, especially as an at-home parent to a busy baby. But I learned that week that a mama’s love can help her conquer anything! Well, with the help from the TV anyway…
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