how to not get sick from your kids

When children get sick there is usually someone else in the family who will follow with that sickness. When you have little children it is almost guaranteed to get sick, unless you take very sever steps to not get sick. I have determined there are a few things one could do to prevent sickness.

First let’s talk about what happens when a kid gets sick with something that is contagious. They sneeze and cough over everything and everyone. It does not matter how many times you teach or remind they how to cover their mouth, it will do no good. To combat that you either have them wear a mask (that they will likely take off sooner than later) or you put one on yourself. If you do not have a mask then you could put your child in isolation. Wait! That will not work. Unless your sick child is sick enough that they are bed-bound a sickness is likely to keep them going strong. They will not stay in isolation. Okay, since they won’t stay in isolation then you should probably go in isolation. That is your safest bed. Completely isolate yourself…okay, fine, I suppose that will not work either. Well, then, just get some disinfectant spray or wipes and follow your kid around. Every time they sneeze or cough clean the whole room.

There is also the matter of children and them sneaking drinks from your glass of water or other innocent drink you have. I know you should not do that, but that does not stop kids from doing it.

Whatever the case, it is quite difficult to not get sick when your kids get sick. I used to think that all those colds I caught while young would save me from some colds and illnesses that my children bring home. Yeah right! I am immune to nothing. So, every time my kids cough or sneeze right in my face I close my mouth and hold my breath. I pray that will not be the end of my current healthy streak. I admit that I was doing pretty good. The last few colds my daughter brought home I was actually able to avoid. I was proud of myself for not sharing drinks and not letting her cough or sneeze on me. However a few days ago when she was looking right in my face and sneezed I knew it was over. That was it. There was no helping me now. So, here I sit feeling like my body is really trying hard to not get sick, but feeling it will still come. Here I sit knowing that even if I can avoid one cold or sickness from a kid I cannot seem to avoid them all.

Good luck parents.

I’ve got this/I don’t got this

I’ve got this/I don’t got this

Last week I managed to come down with a nasty bug. I am not sure what it was. It was nasty. After a few miserable days I was beginning to feel only slightly better-just enough that if any of my kids got sick I would be well enough to take care of them.

It was good timing. Early Saturday morning my four year old became very ill, several times over. After I realized this was not a one time deal I set up a soft bed for her outside the bathroom and cuddled with her a bit before heading back to bed. That morning she lay on my lap along side her sister.  I thought to myself, “I’ve got this.” My confidence was high. I knew I could do that day, even though I didn’t turn out to have as much energy as I had hoped.

To get through the day I went to the store in my miserable state and purchased medicine, popsicles, ice, a little thing of soda, a Pedialite alternative and anything else I could think of that would help upset stomachs and fevers. Afterward I picked up three movies from Redbox and I was set. Set for a day on the couch with sick kids.

By the end of the day I was exhausted. I had already had several days without sleep and my sickness was seeming to get the better of me. But I had two kids well, one better and one on the mend. That night, however….

Let me tell you, if you ever tell yourself that you have got it just take a step back and remember that you may not always have it. That night my special needs son got a fever.  Great! But before I knew how bad I had to first change his diaper because he had leaked. That meant another sheet and two blankets to wash on top of the blankets from the night before. I figured at that rate I will never have an end to laundry. Oh wait, it never needs already.

Before I changed him though I had to get some bedding from the back laundry room. I did not want to wake anyone so I put the light on my phone and managed my way through the dark. Before I made it back my glasses fell off. No biggie, they had been doing that for weeks because they were broken and I was waiting for my new pair to come in. Two days prior a second screw had come out. When I picked these up off the floor the lens was out and another screw missing. Great!

It wasn’t that the screw meant much to me but that screw falling out was the end. I burst into tears. Literally. And really?! No shame though. I was sick, tired and worried about my kids. And I could not see very well.

In my blinded state, and still in the dark, I located the fever reducing medicine, the syringe to administer it, the diaper and wipes along with the thermometer. Oh yeah, I had my son’s dry clothes too.  So, I managed to make the bed and change my son’s diaper. But I couldn’t find his clothes. I knew I had just had them. Whatever! I went to grab new ones, when I returned I promptly found the other clothes. Of course! So I grabbed those, the medicine and the thermometer. I wanted to have them nearby. I got him dressed. I gave him the medicine. But where was he thermometer? Really?! Really?! By that point I was feeling quite incompetent. I figured if there was an audience they would probably be laughing because I couldn’t keep track of anything. After a quick search I found it and took his temperature. Way too high for comfort. So, I sat with my phone questioning if I should call the doctor and doing research online to see if I was crazy or not.

It turns out I am not crazy. My son’s fever was down by morning and he is fine. My new glasses came in a day later and my children are all on the mend if not well.

But I think about that night, not so long ago. I didn’t feel like I had it. I did. Somehow that one little screw was the last little thing to make the big things seem like too much. We all get those. We all have those little things that seem to break us and bring us to tears or to our knees. We survive though, even if we think we will not. We hang in there and keep going even when we do not see an end. I keep going. I do not give myself another option. Anyone can do the same. Is it hard? Sure. Will you cry? Probably and possibly-that is okay. You’ve got this.  I’ve got this. We’ve got this.