The first two weeks of this school year were spent mostly acclimating Liam to school. The week after that, I spent the first few days adjusting to the new schedule and sorting out exactly what I was going to do with my time. And then, the Thursday of that third week, just as I was starting to enthusiastically embrace my “free” time, we started with the inevitable sick days that come along with a child starting school for the first time.
It’s just not possible for a child to start school without coming into contact with all manner of unfamiliar germs and illnesses that they have missed up until that point. And what they get, they bring home to share with the family. So we all get sick. I’d been hoping we might miss out on a illness-filled September with Liam starting school — since B brought home so much sickness when he first started, I was hoping that maybe we’d already be immune to everything this time around. (It doesn’t look like it works that way, though.)
It started with me. That Thursday evening, I was miserable, and I went to bed at 9:15. I was asleep before the kids were. (I have no idea when, if ever, that has happened before.) My plan was to sleep as long as I could, get up in the morning, take the kids to school, and then come home and go back to bed. I was just sick with a bad cold, so I figured a massive dose of sleep would help.
It didn’t work out that way, though. Instead of a long night’s rest, I was up with B at midnight. He was crying from pain in his ear. Liam was coughing. We were sick, and no one was getting much rest.
The next morning, Dan (the only one who was still well) stayed home to take care of all of us. He took the boys to the doctor while I went back to bed. The kids were (surprisingly) given the all-clear. Dan brought the boys home from the doctor and I was all set to take over for the afternoon . . . but I just couldn’t. I was sick and exhausted — so it was back to bed for me and an afternoon off of work for Dan.
This began a week-long adventure of sick days — miserable days and sleepless nights, 104.8 degree fevers and trips to the pediatrician, days missed from school and a birthday for Liam with as much illness as merriment. We’re just now starting to get back to our new “normal”. It feels like we nearly have to start over in terms of sorting out our routine. But, now that the boys are improving, I’m actually able to rest and recuperate a bit in the mornings, so hopefully we’ll all be on the mend, and we’ll be able to continue adjusting to our new schedule.