The title disgusts you? Well, I am living those moments and cleaning all kinds of goop, shades of vomit with my hands (well, even the spouse is doing his fair bit of goop-vomit-poop cleaning). And that — according to people around me — is to become an inherent part of my+spouse’ life or till the time boi is schooling.
Boi has started play school early this year and with that inaugurated never-ending-series of infections and high-low fever bouts every week. Medical bills are on the rise, and mommy’s BP too. But more than the high fever and random infections we are fighting everyday, it is the sight of a sickly child sitting listlessly on bed that bring heartache.
And I believe that this is a pretty predicted turn of events for every parent. Yet, there are no books, no guidelines, no friendly warnings that can prepare you for the gross-ness of things one has to do/face/handle as a parent. Adding to my list of woes is the fact that a sick child means reduced appetite (a restricted one too), leaving very few options for this mommy to whisk before rushing out for work.
Hat’s off to parents who do this multiple number of times (read more than one child) … You guys are Super Heroes in my book.