My Maddie is Sick with a capital S. Alarmingly-high-fevers, antibiotics, not-eating, multiple-trips-to-the-doctor, headaches, chills, mom-is-very-worried Sick.
I have been a mom for 4 1/2 years, so I’ve seen a little bit of sick. I’ve seen runny noses and fevers and rashes and vomit. I know kids get sick. But this… this is Sick, and it hurts my heart.
This is not my Maddie. This glassy-eyed, droopy kid who does not want to play or talk is not my Maddie. This little girl with uncombed hair, laying on the couch for the third day in a row, asking for more “ice juice”… this is not my Maddie.
I’m doing everything I can. I’m following all the doctor’s instructions. I’m keeping her hydrated and keeping her comfy. I’m giving her medicine. I’m checking her temperature. I’m sneaking in her room in the middle of the night to feel her forehead or just to look at her sleeping face. I’m calling the doctors and their answering service and my mom. It’s a virus, they say. It’s making her Sick.
I don’t mind that we’ve had to cancel all our Spring Break plans. I don’t mind canceling the play dates and the lunches and the shopping trips. I’d cancel a meeting with the President for my Maddie. But I do mind canceling Maddie’s sweet smile and funny jokes and quick cuddles. I miss Maddie.
She’s sick with a capital S.
Update: I wrote this Slice early on Tuesday morning. Maddie’s status is improving with each dose of medicine. She has upgraded from Sick to sick, thankfully.