Sick Days

Sometimes in the world of blogging, we (aka all you fellow bloggers/readers) have a tendency to portray only the good things of our life. The things we are proud of. The things that are "bloggable" for lack of a better world :) In doing this, we miss reality and we miss opportunities of reaching people by portraying the good along with the not-so-pretty.

Deep, huh? Hardly.

Warning - I'm stepping on to my soap box {Grin}

I do not have it all together at all times. In fact I rarely have anything together ever. Case in point - Gavin was really sick this weekend, like completely and utterly inconsolable, fever of 102, crying so hard he was choking, and oh that sad look in his eyes - pierced right through to my soul and made me cry too. You're probably thinking - good thing you are a registered nurse, I'm sure you knew just what to do. My husband thought the exact same thing as we were discussing (hee-hawing) about whether or not to bring Gavin to the ER or wait-and-see when my husband said "well you're the nurse" Wrong answer Honey! Wrong.Answer. And besides I'm not really a wait-and-see-kinda-girl. My husband got the short end of the stick and I yelled at him, loudly, and it went something like this - "I'm his MOM in this situation, not his nurse, and I have already tried everything I advise other people to do in the same situation everyday and nothing is working, blah blah blah, just because you're a CPA and not a nurse you don't have to help decide what to do, blah blah blah??!!

Really pretty and ladylike to yell don't you think? Pretty classy, huh? Ugh. Embarrissing is more like it.

I had this Mommy instinct something was definitely going on with Gavin, and wouldn't you figure he got sick over the long weekend - clinic closed. One of the best parts of working in a clinic (no weekends/holidays) Suddenly this wasn't such a good thing. Anyways.

We waited it out a couple days before I had officially had enough and couldn't ignore that instinct any longer. So I made the executive decision (since I'm the nurse, remember?!) and we headed to the ER. Turns out he was sick; with a double ear infection. Ouch and ouch. Don't worry, little bug is doing much better now thanks to amoxicillin, tylenol, and lots of snuggling.

Moral of the story - I should have been thankful to have a loving husband who cares about me and our sick child. Thankful for a husband who is more than willing to help. Thankful for a husband who values my input regarding our child, nurse or not. The Mr. got up with the little more throughout those sleepless nights than I did when he was sick and crying. Thanks babe, you are the best (even though I did yell at you and say otherwise) So, learn from my not-so-pretty-yelling-frustration-and next time you're in the yelling boat, take a deep breath, count to 10, and be happy you have a loving spouse there to help you, even if he did say the wrong answer :-)

And...

always trust your Mommy instinct. ALWAYS.

I'm now stepping off my soap box. What's that? You're relieved. Very funny. {Grin}