So last weekend I was feeling particularly sick. I had super high fevers, the highest being 102.8. Talk about scary. I also got this horrible cough that almost made me throw up on multiple occasions (sorry TMI I know). Not to mention pee my pants (Thanks kids).
All of that started with just a bad headache on Friday. I couldn’t get rid of it for the life of me, and went to bed feeling pretty blah.
Saturday I had a fever but nothing bad. I went out for dinner with family to celebrate my Grandma’s Birthday. We had a good time. I was really tired and not feeling like myself so we just laid in bed. Insert coughing attacks and fever rising. They got so bad. Finally my husband gave my a Preisthood Blessing ( if you have questions about anything I post related to my religion you can find your answers here, or just ask.) It still took me a while to fall asleep.
When I woke up on Sunday morning I found I had a temp of 102.8. This especially broke my heart because I had prepared a cool lesson for church..I made nametags and everything. Anyways I told my husband I couldn’t go to church and frantically text the other Nursery Leader telling her that Tim would bring all the necessary things to church, since he had to teach in Elders Quorum.
Monday I woke up with a fever of 102 and the stupid cough and decided enough was enough. I was going to the Doctor. So we went to the nearest InstaCare. We didn’t wait long before I was pulled back and swabbed for the flu…which I was certain it was. (Side note: being swabbed for the flu was not fun.) The Doctor came in told me no it wasn’t, even though I was presenting like the flu. Then she listened to my lungs and ordered a chest x-ray, just to be safe. Insert panic and denial. No way could I have pneumonia and no way am I going to the hospital. The x-rays went fine, but man waiting for the Doctor to come back in was agony.
When she did come back she told me you have Pneumonia. She also said you don’t have to go to the hospital since you have a moderate case. Whew. Sigh of relief. She did give me a couple antibiotics and a cough syrup to take at night. Oh and a ginormous shot in the hip. Ouch. The rest of the day is a blur of just sitting on the couch. Coughing, and taking pills.
Tuesday I went back in to make sure that I wasn’t getting worse. Which yay I wasn’t. But not enough better so I got another ginormous shot in my other hip. That day was worse. Laying on the couch, coughing a lot and super tired. Feeling useless.
Which brings me to my next point. Letting go and Taking a Break. While I was resting I couldn’t do much. I mean I could have, but honestly I’d rather get better. My husband had to chase the girls around which was kinda like watching karma unfold. He was getting upset and I told him to relax it’s not that big of a deal. I could tell he was frustrated and he told me but they aren’t listening. Welcome to my life bud. That is my Every. Day. Life.
It’s frustrating watching someone else do what your supposed to do. Or having to talk them through something you could easily get up and do yourself.
But I think that sometimes it’s necessary to hand the reins over to someone else and take a break. Whether you need a break because of sickness like me, or you just need a break. You know you best. Sometimes being a stay at home mom is hard because you don’t get that break, which is fine, it’s what you signed up for. But still allow yourself the break. Even working spouses need a break too. I know, (insert eye roll) but hear me out. They work all day, most likely with at least one person they don’t get along with. Or have a deadline that is coming faster than they are ready for. I’m sure there are some kind of stressors they are facing. As husband and wife, mom and dad no matter who works and who stays home or if both work. You need to be on the same page. One shouldn’t always get a break while the other picks up the slack. Communicate with each other when your feeling run down and need a break.
Taking a break is also a good Self-Care tool. Know your limits and when enough is enough, take a break. It’s the best thing you can do for yourself and your family.
Learn to take breaks. It’s ok. I promise.