is feeling helpless.
Helpless when kiddo isnt well.
When he’s down with fever. And cough. And cold. And refuses to rest. Or take medicines.
When it takes 3 people to pin him down amidst much screaming and kicking, for each dose of medicine, and only 1/3rd of it manages to go into his mouth.
When he wakes up crying inconsolably in the middle of the night for no apparent reason.
When he refuses to eat anything but junk food aka pop-corn and chips and peanuts, in a fever, and then throws up.
When he resists all attempts at sponging to bring down his fever, but insists on roaming around in the tshirt that he’s spilled a glass of water/milk/medicine on.
Damn. I’ve never seen Goosh this listless. Or felt so helpless.
It’s been almost 2 months. If its not a cold, cough or fever, its an upset stomach, throwing up, or bad dreams. Dont know if its due to starting daycare. Or the weather. Or he’s missing his old maid.
And for me, with Goosh not well, sleepless nights, no maid, chaos at work and painful trips to the dentist every other day – well, its been awesome 🙂
I’ve let the house get messy. I’ve given in to demands for pop-corn and maggi more than i’d like to. And I havent worked at all at GameZen.
I’ve cut down. Only do the basics. Like eat and sleep (when i can that is 🙂 And spend as much time as I can with Goosh.
With him, its the best of all times, and its the worst of all times. Even at his worse, he’s still a charmer. He’s learning new words everyday. And never ceases to surprise me. “Mumma daaahliiing”. Days of the week. Rhymes and songs I’ve never heard.
So this is motherhood. A mighty mixed bag. Sigh.