“BEEEEEP” I heard the tiny, familiar, electronic beep long before I ever saw my boy.
He came running into the livingroom and did his best “cartwheel.” “I’m normal! Mommy! I’m normal! I don’t have a fever!” He turned another cartwheel (more like a sideways-roll- actually) as proof, and shouted with glee. (More accurate evidence of his feeling better- was later- when he announced the temperature of his navel to be- 96.4. Getting in trouble for playing with the thermometer- is a pretty good indicator of his feeling better.) I felt like shouting too- we jumped up and down together. “WE MADE IT! You’re BETTER!”
Its been a long week. One filled with whispered prayers and worries. A week of thermometer readings, medicine doses, asking advice and puke-pot cleanings. Its been the kind of week that makes me wish I had a ther-MOM-eter to let me know I’m ok, because sometimes being a mom makes me feel crazy, worried and insecure.
But, we made it! He’s better! We survived. I survived. The carpet is almost clean. (Does any kid hit the puke pot EVERY time? Mine- does not.)
The thermometer is back into the normal range. (for the most part)
Do you ever feel like that?