Today was kind of a tough one for me. Yesterday I got to stay home with Miss A while she was sick. Yesterday she woke up running a fever with a bad cough, so we stayed home and watched movies and ate soup and snuggled. She usually bounces back quickly, so I was kind of surprised when she was still sick today. I only have one sick day left until August, so in the interest of saving it, Mr. Dad took over and stayed home.
So naturally, being a mom, I worried about Miss A all day.
She was fine. When I walked in the door she shouted, “Mommy! You’re home!” Would you believe I actually got a hug and a kiss? TWO kisses? She is normally so reserved with her affection that I was really pleasantly surprised.
It’s not that I don’t trust Mr. Dad to take care of her…quite the contrary, he’s really quite an awesome dad and I wouldn’t trust her with anyone else. It’s just the feeling that I wasn’t fully there for her that left me feeling kind of sad. She’s doing much better…running a low fever and still has a cough but better. (The after hours pediatrician is getting a call tomorrow if she’s STILL feverish, though!) They had a great day together, evidenced by the arts and crafts supplies strewn about the house and the mountain of toys and books we cleaned up before bedtime.
It’s just that mom guilt. She hardly ever gets sick, and this was the first time I’ve had to be at work while she was home sick. And it was tough to be away from her.
|My poor sick baby, sleeping, being comforted by Mindy. From my day at home with her.|