Our little monkey caught a bug – maybe the flu? – at some point in the last 2-3 days. He has a fever and woke up at midnight – the past two nights – and threw up his milk (which I probably shouldn’t have given him, but I mean, he doesn’t have an appetite for much right now).

He fluctuates between being his happiest self (usually when the Tylenol kicks in) to his most miserable self and it’s so so hard to watch. 

My mom and I have been up between 12-4am trying to console this crying little baby. 

I think we’re on the end of it now. His temperature continues to drop. 

But woof.

This is hard to watch.

I think this may be the sickest he’s ever been. Even when we all tested positive for COVID back in Dec. 2020, whatever he’s got now seems much worse. 

I keep running around in my head with thoughts like, “Did he catch something from the plane? Did he get sick because we played outside all day with the water table? Could he have gotten sick from DRINKING too much water at the water table? AM I A BAD MOM?”

I’m sure I can run in circles all day with these thoughts.

My mom has actually been a real calm human through it all. (Which was surprising for me! Because between the two of us, I’m the one that doesn’t get fazed by much). But, through all the vomit, she just held him. She didn’t get stressed that there was vomit all over the rug and all over his hair (and her clothes). She’s a super clean person (like SUPER clean. Like “Danny Tanner vacuuming his vacuum” clean). So I’m mostly impressed and thankful for her ability to look past the tornado of vomit and be a calm presence for Ishu (and for me). 

As we sat there on the couch in the early morning hours, watching the same episode of Curious George on repeat, she looked over at me and said, “This is only the beginning.” There will be many more days like this to come. I mean, he hasn’t even gone to daycare yet. So I’m sure I’m in for a treat when he’s in school and hit with all the new viruses and flus and other nasty germy things that get spread around little humans.

He’s up now and he’s a happy little clam. As if his body wasn’t burning up over the night. As if he didn’t vomit right there where he’s dancing in circles. 

I know this is only the beginning.

So, thank GOD that he’s a resilient little guy. I know this is all part of the process of developing a strong immune system. But, as a mama, it’s hard to watch some days. 

Fortunately, through the yuckiness, we’ve seen glimpses of normal, dancing, giggling Ishu. Kids really are the most resilient beings. 

Now if only he can pass off some of that resiliency to his mama, maybe I can get through some of these sick days with my head on straight.

Please send us all the well wishes over here. (Though, I think Imma need them more than Ishu does. He seems like he’s handling this like a champ).