I hate it when Ashley gets sick, because it spreads through the house like wild-fire. Last Monday she came home from Preschool with a slight cough and it all went downhill from there rather quickly. By dinner she had a fever of 101.6 and didn’t want to eat anything. She quickly became lethargic and clingy, so I called in sick to FedEx by leaving a message on my supervisor’s voicemail. She went to bed with me and about midnight she had an accident. It’s not fun having to change your sheets in the middle of the night, and only worse when your child is so upset that she wet the bed. You know when I encouraged her to have a sip of water to help stop the coughing; it never occurred to me that she drank way too much for her poor little bladder to handle.
In the morning I left the house to run to Walgreens for more children’s Tylenol, and I also bought a new friend for Ashley to hold while she was getting better. I know she doesn’t need any more stuffed animals, but I could hardly resist the impulse because of her upset over wetting the bed. Carol agreed to watch Ashley during the day so I could go to work with the understanding that I would be home earlier than normal to help with the kids. I need to save every minute of PTO I have available so we can go to Mexico at the end of March, so the less time I need to take off the better.
Tonight she was coughing so hard that she threw up on my bed. Please God don’t let me get sick too…