I got sick over the weekend and, in an effort to shield everyone from my germs, I sequestered myself in our bedroom. It’s never fun being sick, but the worst part is being forced to be away from the kids – something I wrote about a few years ago:

Aside from feeding [Zoe], I’ve had little contact with her since Sat. night (thank God for Q!) – and I found myself longing to hug her, kiss her, play with her, etc. I also really worried that she might think I was ignoring her – or, worse, that I had abandoned her!

This time around I know that Zoe, who is older now, understood that I was sick and not meaning to ignore her, but that didn’t stop her from getting upset when Q reminded her to stay away from me. (“I just want to hug Mommy so she feels better,” I heard her sniffle.) And I really felt bad when Avery snuck in, ran to our bed with a big smile and said, “up, up” repeatedly. I explained I was sick and couldn’t pull her up to be with me, but I’m not sure she really understood.

I hate the thought of missing even a day out of my kids’ lives, but the good news is that I’m starting to feel better. And if the kids (and Q!) wind up escaping this bug, my isolation will have been well worth it.

-M

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