Today I am
grateful for the health of my children.
Our 2 year old
daughter is so active and we are hardly
able to keep up with her. She seldom gets sick (one of the benefits of being on
breast milk for so long), and recently,
I found myself wishing that she could pick up a bug, not anything too serious,
just a little something to slow her down a bit.
Well, she got
sick, and ha s been sick for the past week. Did we get any break? From having
to keep vigil over a bad fever that at times did not seem to be
responding to the conventional fever reducers and waking up odd hours at
nights to administer her prescription drugs, we did not get a break. She was
not eating and so she took this out on me ,as breastfeeding became her only
source of food and probably what kept her alive, because she was not drinking either and would have been extremely dehydrated.
We also found that
what she was diagnosed with initially, tonsillitis, was really not what the
problem was, and so we found ourselves treating another problem. It broke my
heart to see her so sick and had to rebuke myself for wishing illness on her.
She is much better now, thank God, almost back to her normal self and as for
me, so tired from this intense week but happy to see her smile and play again
and vow to be careful what I wish for, next time I become tempted.
Even as I cuddle
my daughter’s fever ridden body in my arms, I am comforted knowing that she will get better. Some
parents find themselves not being so fortunate at all, as they are told that
their sick child will never get better and have just a matter of time to be
with them. The parents of my son’s classmate who passed recently, I am sure got
to the point where they knew their son would not be around for much longer. I
just cannot even imagine that grief.
I am indeed
grateful for the health of my children.
