I have a sick little baby at home since Monday. And it reminds me of how my Mom took care of us and attend of us when we were sick during our childhood and at the same time, handled a whole lot of housechores minus the modern technology gadgets and stayed sane! My Mom had 3 children, 1 dog, a home to take care of and also to chaffeur us around for classes and I only have 1 child, a messed up home and am going nuts!
We have microwave to instantly heat up the food, the washing machine and dryer to do the laundry, vacuum cleaner to quickly suck up all the dust and whatnots, nevertheless the internet to read up on remedies and how to sooth a sick whiny baby and the list goes on. We have everything today, yet, when my baby falls sick, everything else goes haywire. Somehow, the 'engine' just stops working. But what did our mothers have in their days? Nothing more than their pair of hands and a loving heart.
Our usually clean and organised home is now messy and almost unsightly. I stopped cooking these 2 days and no home cooked food, except some porridge for Isabelle. My hair... oh... so greasy and scarecrow-y. But I know, everything else can wait and nothing comes before my little precious.
And to make things worse, feeding my sick baby the medicine is a struggle! War! It hurt our hearts so much when we see her struggle. As much as it hurts, we had to do what we had to, for her good.
Now, I pray my little baby will recover soon... very very soon. And I wish I have half the courage and strength my Mom has.