It has been one of those days. I'm thankful to say, we don't have many of them, but ofcourse there are a few. I woke up feeling awful, ill, daggers in my throat, headache, achy legs. Alba woke up at 6.45am wanting to PLAY. So this is my first experience of being ill with a baby, and boy does it suck!
There are no two ways about it. Even if you resemble a walking zombie, those days of staying in bed watching Netflix all day are long gone. The closest I got to this was 10 minutes where Alba tolerated the Jumperoo and I crawled to the sofa to curl up in a ball.
I did actually manage to nap when she went down for her morning sleep. By the time I got settled, stopped worrying and dropped off, I think I got about 13 minutes. Still, I woke up feeling like Beyonce comparatively.
The Beyonce phase lasted just an hour or two and I started to realise that not only was today the day of mummy being ill, It was also the day that Alba decided she was going to experiment with mummy's emotions. At lunchtime she threw food on the floor. She grabbed her sippy cup and turned it upside down spilling water everywhere.
She pooed 3 times ruining 3 different outfits. She used her fake cough to get my attention. She would not let me put her down. You get the picture.
What I am wondering is, "who looks after mummy when mummy is sick?!". I didn't think this through properly. Can we start again? I wasn't ready. I would love to see the Dad's try and do this. I have never found motherhood hard work. Today I have all the love and appreciation for you single mums. I really don't know how you do it!
So how did we cope? Ok I am being very dramatic. The reality of this situation as most of you will know is that you just have to shut up, and get on with it, We did what all like minded individuals would do and made the situation as comfortable as possible. For us that means, a flat white for mummy, lots of boobie for Alba and "Mamma Mia" on Chromecast. Yes Pierce Brosnan's singing is appalling and yes it's cheesy but Meryl Streep and Julie Walters are fabulous. I don't even like Amanda Seyfried, but my gosh she's pretty in that film. I challenge any miserable human being not to be enlightened by it.
In a whatsapp conversation with my mum, I asked her the same question, "who looks after mummy when she is sick?" secretly hoping that the answer might have been her. Her brutally honest answer was "No one!". No one looked after her when she was sick with 3 kids. No one will look after me. Motherhood is all about sacrifice. Sacrificing your breakfast because your little one needs breakfast and you have 5 minutes to get out of the house, sacrificing toilet trips because your baby just woke up crying and you forgot to go beforehand, sacrificing nights out with your girlfriends, sacrificing the consumption of wine for 9 months.
I believe being a mummy is about having realistic expectations. No one was coming to save me with a bunch of grapes and a feather fan (even though I dreamt about it). It's not about us anymore. It's about them. Today was tough but tomorrow is another day, and another chance to be a great mummy.
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