I know that kids get sick. I know that kids in daycare get sick even more often because they are surrounded with a veritable stew of bacteria and germ pasing snotty kids. But I am so tired of nursing sick babies. I hate examining them each and every morning to seee if either one will pass the "Can go to daycare" test.
There are things that a mother will do for her children that normal folk will not do simply out of the goodness of their hearts. I will not, for instance, entertain the thought that I would ever do for Dwyane what I did for Elena tonight. And since it is all such a steep learning curve, I guess it might be easier to say that I've done things I never thought that I would. Even for my babies.
For instance, I guess I never really anticipated the feeling of catching puke in my bare hands, never thought that I would feel terribly non-chalant about the idea of catching it as I heard the first dry heave. I never thought that the things that crossed my mind as she was sick was how it felt, warm, ooey and chunky. I never thought that I would analyze it without getting too close, based on how it felt as it crossed my palm, thinking all about what it was caused by, what the culprit of the upset was by the contents of her tender tummy. Of course, I was screaming for a towel while all of these other thoughts danced merrily about in my head, how could I not?
Still, as sad and disgusted and, dare I say, brave I was through the whole ordeal, I still needed a shower to feel really myself again. Elena, on the other hand, puked up everything and then started dancing.
Oh to be young again.
8:46 p.m. - 2005-11-24