Having three younger kids is a blessing. At instances, although, it might really feel like a curse. Like each morning when I’m scrambling to get them fed, dressed, and herded into the van in time for college drop-off. Or when the youthful ones conspire towards me by occurring a nap strike after which find yourself in meltdown mode by 5 p.m.
However one of the absolute worst elements about having three kids is when all of them get sick — one proper after one other — in order that a minimum of one baby is ailing for actually a month straight.
It occurs in a exact sequence, with out fail:
1) One child will get a fever and/or throws up. My husband and I deal with the signs and cope with the mess, all whereas trying to quarantine the ailing baby. We’re tremendous cautious to scrub arms/use hand sanitizer/hold issues extra-clean, as to hopefully not infect anybody else in the household. Actually, I don’t know why we even trouble as a result of …
2) After a couple of days to per week, the sick baby is generally nicely once more. Besides, that’s when the subsequent child decides to go down. Repeat step 1.
3) Repeat step 2.
four) After the sickness has gone by every of our kids, my husband and I will have a look at one another, totally exhausted, and say, “Effectively, a minimum of neither of us obtained sick.” Then an hour later, we’re each on our dying beds.
5) By the time an sickness has wreaked havoc on our whole family/work load/schedules, a child comes down with one thing else.
6) Repeat steps 1-5.
These cycles of perpetual illness — that are most definitely to strike from December by February — are so brutal. I’d virtually slightly cope with three barfing/feverish kids unexpectedly, simply to get it over with already. BAM. Performed. And everybody can transfer on with life. However nooo.
We’re at present in the midst of the hell that’s sequential illness, for those who couldn’t inform. (This time, hand, foot and mouth illness is the sneaky offender.) At least we’re approaching the dwelling stretch; our third and last child appears to have lastly succumbed to a fever, the first indicators of impending doom. If you see me coated in pink spots per week from now, you’ll know why.
Please ship ibuprofen, donuts and any little bit of sanity you may spare!
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