>> Monday, March 4, 2013
It all started on a beautiful Friday afternoon in January...it was the last weekend of my full maternity leave (I worked from home, part-time, the month of February). My littlest love had just turned one month. I felt amazing. My house was scubbin' bubbles clean. The laundry was done and put away. Beds all had fresh sheets. I showered and applied a full face of make up. I even squeezed my 5-week postpartum self into a pair of jeans. Mr. had been out of town and working crazy hours all week to catch up from our trip to St. Louis and we all missed our daddy. We had planned a Friday family date night and I was more than ready for a night out with my family!
I called my hard-working Mr. that afternoon and asked where he wanted to go for dinner. To my dismay, he sounded terrible. He so kindly asked if we could just order-in after he ran by the urgent care for what he believed to be another one of his sinus infections. I was sure it was nothing and he was just run down from the hard week and little sleep.
No big deal. I changed into my comfy clothes and nursed Mattie while soaking in the freshly cleaned house. I dreamed big dreams for our last weekend of my leave. Parks, walks, nothing but quality family time. Romantic.day.dreamer.
I headed to Jackson's school to pick him up, excited to hear all about his day. I was going to surprise him and let him pick what we'd order for dinner. But, as I walked into his school I could hear him cough. That dreaded cough that lets me know he's having one of his flare ups. Lovely, just lovely.
Between unloading the kids from the car and getting Jackson started on a breathing treatment, I got a text from Mr.
"Just tested positive for the flu"
My response, "FUCK"
The next text from Mr.
"Doctor says that I cannot be around Mattie for 4-6 days. I am really sorry."
Good news was that he had been out of town Tuesday - Wednesday and was home after the kids and I went to bed on Wednesday & Thursday. We barely saw him Friday morning, so I knew our exposure was low. However, Jackson was burning up and the breathing treatment was not helping his cough. My next thought was that he may have the flu too...so much for our family trip to get flu shots!
We had two options - either he left our house or I did. But first, we needed to get Jackson tested as well. If he had the flu, he was staying with daddy. If not, I was a single mom again...for the next week!
Mr. and I discussed the options and he thought it would be better for me to go to my mom's with the kids instead of him going to his mom's. My parents would at least be able to help me out for a day before they left on business trips for the week. And if I stayed home, it was all me the entire time.
The next call was to my mom. Before I could even get the words out of my mouth, her and Pop were on their way to my house to help. Pop immediately took Jackson to get tested for the flu and my mom and I gathered the crazy amount of shit you need with a newborn and headed to their house.
Poor Mr. sat in his car in the driveway and just kept apologizing. I felt so sorry for him, but I'm sure my state of panic outweighed my sympathy for my sick husband. Babe, I am sorry too!
Jackson's test was negative, but poor guy was sick. Our first night at my mom's was rough. He coughed until he puked all.night.long. On me. On my mom. On himself. In his bed. On the couch...
Mattie on the other hand, slept in a crib, in her own room, all night. At exactly 5 weeks, she slept 8.5 glorious hours while her brother and I didn't sleep at all. I'll forever be grateful for those hours though. Not sure how I would have managed them both!
The weekend was long, but a little more relaxing then I thought it would be. I had strict orders from my mom to rest when the kids napped. No excuses of needing to pick up or do laundry. So I managed as best as I could. And after a couple of phone calls in to our pediatrician, I finally got Jackson medicine to clear him up and he was able to go back to school on Monday.
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