Its been a long week

I said to myself that the next time I blogged I would finish Fin's birth story, since, let's be honest, it is dragging on a bit. But I'm too tired. My body is tired, my head is tired, the folds of my brain are tired. Too tired to try and access memories from 21 months ago anyway. And the reason I'm so tired is because Finley has been sick since last Monday. For those of you who aren't parents yet, having a sick child is hard work, even when it is just a common cold with a touch of respiratory tract infection, some vomit and diarrhea thrown in for good measure.

Or maybe you are a parent, but you're the type of parent who takes things in their stride, much like Brad, and doesn't sweat the small stuff, then you know that kids get sick, their bodies try and fight it either by themselves or with a little help, they get better and are stronger because of it. Now I know all of this in my head, but there's something about having a feverish child in the middle of the night that sends me into a panic. I think I'm getting better at it, but my mind can't help but to race through old baby books and baby websites I devoured from beginning to end when I was a new mother, trying to remember what the symptoms for meningitis are.

For me the hard work starts in the mental anguish of knowing this little person is in pain and feeling sick and doesn't really understand what's happening and can't articulate it to you yet. Then it travels down to the physical strain of carrying 13.5 kgs around because he just wants to be close to you so he can feel a little better. Then sleep-deprivation becomes an extension of myself, which I carry around as I do load after load of vomitty laundry and its hard to see the wood from the trees. And then the whole family gets sick and you wonder who is going to take care of who.

And then it lifts, because you find a wonderful homeopath in Plumstead who treats your child with love and respect and as a person not just a patient. Someone who is interested in his emotional state, his personality, his temperament. But I guess that is homeopathy in general. And when you get the remedy right it always amazes me how quickly it works. Within a day Finley was already so much better and everyday since then has been easier than the last.

The rain continues in this wet, wet city and the allure of spring feels just out of my grasp. I can only hope that this is the last of the wetness and the sickness for a while.

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