How H1N1 Turned me from Super Mom to Scary Mom in 5 Days
Up until last week, all of the talk of H1N1 (aka swine flu) has made me alternate between scared and annoyed. I was scared because I was afraid of getting it, and then annoyed because I felt that every time I opened a newspaper or turned on the television that was all I heard.
All of that changed on Sunday when my son plopped his head on the table during dinner and said he was freezing. This from a kid who wears t-shirts in the winter was cause for alarm. We were away for the weekend and headed back to the city straight to the pediatrician on-call on Memorial Day. I checked my blackberry on the way into town and found an email with the dreaded word "swine flu" in the subject box. One of the kids my son was with on a playdate on Saturday was diagnosed with flu and the mom let everyone know. Every kid there got sick, (my son included) and sure enough, the flu knocked out 35 kids in my son's grade.
Knowing that I would be glued to my house over the next few days, I cancelled my appointments and meetings and planned to work solely from home this week. I had planned meals of chicken soup and good bread, ordered in a bunch of funny movies and stocked up on magazines that I knew my son would enjoy. I fluffed up the blankets and pillows and made the living couch his command center.
Days one and two days were great. He had a low fever and was sneezy and sleepy. He just wanted me near him and watched "Hotel for Dogs" and whatever reality television shows we had on DVR. It was relaxing for me, and I know he felt well-taken care of. He is a super active twelve year old, so the fact that he was cuddling with me on the couch (I Purelled/washed my hands constantly) was a joy, especially because he was not terribly uncomfortable and feeling not so bad.
Day three he woke up fever free and was feeling better. Immediately upon waking up he said "what are we going to do today?". This was at 7:00AM. Four hours later after watching yet another movie, doing a math review packet for his upcoming finals and having breakfast and two snacks, I was out of ideas. I was thankful he was feeling better, but the enjoyment of having him home was wearing thin.
We decided to begin the review packet for the grammar final and that's when things headed downhill in a hurry. After arguing over adverbs and adjectives (tomorrow is an adverb I am pretty sure at this point), our grammar session ended in tears with him saying I was not helpful at all, and me saying (or was it screaming) that he was acting like a brat. I stomped around the house for an hour and we tried to regroup for lunch. I let him order in whatever he wanted to try to make up for my outburst. We sat down to lunch and I tried to patch things up.Continued on the next page