Between the fevers and the tears there is a small prayer made that the sickness pass and not touch us mothers! We cannot be sick! It is not possible! As I lay here next to my eight month old who refuses to stop using me as a pacifier at all during the night, I think, how will I get anything done?

I am so relieved that her fever has finally broken and she is resting, I couldn’t take her being so upset and feverish. But, I feel my nostrils swell and my throat begin to itch and a small cry begins to build in my throat. It’s not like my husband won’t help, he will! And his intentions are heartfelt and well meaning, but she just doesn’t want him, she wants mommy. So when I try to rest apart from her, I am met with crying and wailing and my husbands shushing and attempts to calm her or make her laugh. Finally, after several minutes of pretending to sleep, I give up! It’s not his fault and it’s not her fault, it’s no ones fault! It just is.

So I say a prayer and I know that this too will pass and I try to sleep with her and I try to clean with her and I go to the bathroom with her and I know that one day I will miss this but right now I would love it if I were able to drink my coffee while it were actually hot and if I could get a little sick time or never get sick at all!