Being a mom is already hard work; having the flu or, in my case, Corona doesn’t make it easier.
And with my husband, who felt pretty sick the first few days, needing some extra love too. It wasn’t easy, especially when you wanted to give in and lay in bed all day. Doing nothing but staring at the TV, feeling miserable.
But you can’t. You have a baby to take care of, and in my case, a husband as well. Who, luckily for me, feels a lot better than before. This also means I can slow down somewhat and take some extra rest.
Feeling sick makes everything double so heavy. The sounds, light, even the pains in my body seem worse. On the other hand, I’m still overstimulated, but I also have something I can blame, which is Corona. That makes it easier to handle the onslaught of stimulation that happens around me. It’s for me, that is, I have no real clue how it is for someone else as I’m not able to read minds; it would be useful…. Sometimes. Sorry got off-topic. I do find things easier to handle when I know the reason. Or action and reaction. I need to be able to explain them to myself. And with being sick having a shorter fuse, it’s easier to let that go. To accept the crying, the longer days and nights, and continue.
These moments or days allow me to learn. They show me new ways to see, to understand. Accept them for what they are, even if I’m limited in what I want to do. I still learn; I still see that this is alright and that I can use this situation to remind myself that I can accept things when they aren’t in my control. I need to remind myself that there might not always be an explanation for something. But that’s for another day.
I need to sleep and get better, which is what I’m going to do now. Night!