When Luke and I first got married everybody told us how your selfishness has to go out the door after you get married and how we would now learn what it means to truly sacrifice yourself for someone else.
While I agree with that, I don't think it is ANYTHING compared to the sacrifice that comes from having a baby.
Forget the words I, Me, Myself, you won't use them very often anymore. And with a good reason.
If you aren't careful your life can become totally wrapped up in that little lovebug. When you look at your child you are met with a love that you never knew you had. A love that you can't even really comprehend. And with something so big, also comes the responsibility.
No longer is your time your own, no longer can your spouse give you all their attention, no longer do you get to get to decide when you sleep and when you wake up. For awhile you are at the beck and call of your tiny baby. Your world.
And that means even when you are sick, your life is still not your own. You still have a tiny person to tend to, making sure they are fed, played with and protected.
Currently I am sick. I woke up not feeling well but was convinced it was due to a new medication I started and took late at night with no food on my stomach. But late in the day when I still felt bad I realized it was not the medicine. And then I was down for the count.
I was able to leave work and come home to get some rest, but there was one job waiting for me that never ends, regardless of my health status; mommy.
Luke had several plans scheduled for tonight that he needed to fulfill (we are big sticklers with following through with our commitments as much as humanly possible) so we decided I could tough it out at home with Eli even though I felt like death.
First I tried explaining to Eli that mommy was sick and he needed to fend for himself for the night. He just leaned his head back and laughed his new laugh that can make any sick mommy smile until her cheeks hurt.
I then tried to give Eli my all but it was hard, I eventually ended up laying down on the floor and let him crawl all over me.
Half of my hair was pulled out but it proved to be effective parenting while sick.
Parenting while sick. Something you don't think about when you are bouncing around with glee during the second trimester, when your hair is perfect and you are in the middle of planning the nursery to a perfect point and ensuring that you have the cutest going home outfit for your baby.
I'm sure there will be other days in the future when I am sick and I'm alone with Eli, but hopefully he will be at the age where I can turn on the TV and let him enjoy the mindless game of television watching. I kid I kid.
Luke got home just after Eli went to bed. He came bearing saltine cracker and orange juice, which at the time seemed appealing but don't seem to be sitting very well now.
Here's to hoping I feel better in the morning. I'm a whiny sick person. Almost as bad as a man.
I also get fiesty when I'm sick.