I am currently on day seven of my “sick streak.” I am slowly, slowly starting to feel better. Being pregnant has apparently messed with my immune system, making fighting off this virus or whatever next to impossible. It’s been very interesting, feeling like garbage while being the primary caretaker for three young girls. My wonderful husband stayed home from work the first day, last Wednesday when it was the stomach bug that was attacking me, but even getting that one day off was like pulling teeth with his boss, and so the other days (except Saturday afternoon and Sunday) I’ve been on my own, at least until he gets home from work and swoops in as my knight in shining armor and completely does all childcare duties for the rest of the evening. (My husband is awesome.) My kids are faring well, but I’m sure they’d love to get dressed one of these days! In the meantime, while waiting for a full recovery, there are a few things I’ve learned not to take for granted, and I thought I’d share those with you.
Never take for granted…
…being able to breathe with your mouth closed. Anyone who’s ever had a cold should know this, but somehow when we’re healthy we forget how nice it is.
…the joy of eating food and enjoying it, and never once even stopping to hope and pray that your food stays where it belongs once you’re finished.
…being able to get up when you need to without having to sit there first and give yourself a pep talk just to be able to move from your current position.
…being able to travel farther than 20 feet from your Kleenex box.
…the ability to entertain your kids without the TV on.
…being able to hear your kid say, Can I have…Can you get me…Can I do…, and then you saying “Yes,” instead of “When Mommy feels better.”
…the joy of a clean house.
…being almost out of milk, and then being able to just go to the store and get some without wondering if you’ll survive being upright for that long.
…being able to make it through the day without falling asleep even though you know that your kids are still quite wide awake around you as you’re passed out on the couch.
…how good it feels just to feel good.
I know that in a couple of weeks I’ll forget some, maybe all, of what I just said. We all tend to still complain even when we’re healthy, don’t we? But I hope that this week of sickness will help me remember the magnitude of the blessing of good health, once mine returns. May I have less complaining to confess as I recover this time.
Thanks for your prayers. Keep ’em coming…I still can’t breathe through my nose.