Being a Mom almost always includes some form of exhaustion. When my boys were babies the sleepless nights for all of us became unbearable. I'll never know if I was so emotional and sad because of the hormones, the life changes or simply because I couldn't get any sleep. I'm going to guess it was a combination of all of these things, but I do know that nothing changed my mood like getting a solid 6 hours straight of sleep. The few times I got 8 or 9...I seriously could have conquered the world...but let's be honest, I only accomplished routine tasks in a decent mood, but it was huge. Stella was an amazing newborn sleeper, but now that she is 4 months the pacifier falls out about 5 or 6 times a night and she wakes me up to let me know. Oh the pain.
The past few days have been more brutal than most, primarily because our entire family got sick. Stella started it all at the beginning of last week by puking all over me in the pediatrician's office. I had just finished nursing her for comfort after I had to hold her down for the nurse to stab her with four vaccines, (I can't even talk about the guilt over that right now,) when she began vomiting all over me. Literally all over me. I was smart enough to turn her around so the majority of the vomit landed on floor and desk of the nice woman that offered me her office for nursing privacy...thank you and sorry! She maintained a generally grumpy disposition for the rest of the week and was particularly sneaky with the irregularity of her vomiting. She puked twice that day, none the next and then once in the middle of the night a few days later. This was a very strategic surprise ambush that caught me completely off guard, even made me question her current status as favorite child. (Yes, I said it Mom. Stella is my favorite right now because even though she interrupts my sleep she never complains about the food I give her, what show is on TV, who's taking her toy and she has yet to show the slightest sign of a tantrum. She's fantastic.)
Cole was next with the vomiting, also all over me. Then Aiden started, gaining favorite child points by puking in the bowl I put next to him and even feeling a little upset when he got some on his bed. Thank you for your care Aiden! No big surprise that after 2/3 of my children threw up on me, I was also sick. I also had fever, chills, a headache....and a lot of other people to take care of at the same time.
When you are sick as a Mom, it really doesn't change much, you just feel extra crappy while doing all your normal stuff. I still did the 50 loads of puke laundry. I still got up in the middle of the night for that pacifier placement, nursing and to use the bathroom twice...seriously need to talk to someone about my bladder control. Alex did stay home and help with all of us but it was pretty weak. (Thank God he is so attractive.) He doesn't know where anything is. He might need medical intervention for this problem because he can't find things to save his life. He isn't quite sure how the routine goes. The kids still want to talk to me about everything they think, feel or need. Alex has to take 20 work calls during the day to discuss "things." I couldn't have done it without him....but it really would have been nice if I could just get another me. Is science working on that or what?
The real kicker was the next day when Alex got sick and I was feeling a little better. Notice I said a little better, not fully recovered. I resumed full-time Mom mode and Alex took on the full-time sick person role. He was much better at that than I was. What is the deal men? He laid down and rested. I brought him Tylenol and water. I tried to keep the kids away. He shivered and moaned from his fever and aches. It made me want to barf because I was honestly jealous of his recovery. I could never do that. That night I slept in Stella's room to give him some peace and the next morning at 9 am, when he was still sleeping, I wanted to go in and poke him in the leg....but I am much too mature for that so I just told the boys to go see what Daddy was doing. Oops. See, I am mean when I don't get enough rest. He really was trying, I love him desperately and he really is super amazing, he's just....well, I think he's just a man.
Even the day after everyone felt better we were all still pretty wiped out. I still feel exhausted. I still feel jealous every time I see Alex asleep next to me in our bed while I go off to tend to the middle of the night functions of being a Mom. I am tired of being tired. I hate complaining about something with no attempt to resolve the problem, so I plan to work out some sort of action plan for recovery tomorrow. For now though, I just want a little sympathy for my exhaustion and someone to get that damn pacifier to stay in Stella's mouth so that she doesn't lose her favorite child status.