Over the past two weeks, me and the wife have been dealing with our child’s first truly difficult illness. The kid is three, and we have battled some colds, and teeth cutting that involved some fevers. This time around, we got a full on high fever, vomiting, and diarrhea. It wasn’t the flu, which we all got the vaccine for, and when she first got sick, we had the test run to eliminate it as a possibility. Her fever got so bad at one point and wouldn’t come down, that we went to the emergency room in the middle of the night. It was just a virus that was in her lungs, and we were told the same thing by every doctor; it just has to run its course. Though true, miles from comforting.
It was two miserable weeks for the three of us. Juggling sick kid, work, and all the other complications that life can throw at you. Finally, this weekend, the kid-o started to return to normal. We the parents are still wrecked, over tired and feeling on the verge of getting sick ourselves. The other unforeseen ramification from all of this is that the kid has back slid on potty training, and it pretty much feels like we have to start over.
The other thing is that illness makes you have to harshly confront is the limit of your power as a parent. That there is so much out there that you cannot control and stop from happening. Some nights, all we could do was snuggle her and hold her until she fell asleep.
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