Oh great, he’s sick again. It begins with a slight fever—teething, maybe?—but before I know it, we’re dealing with a full-blown situation: spots in his throat, a rash on his face, and a temperature that’s climbing to 102, 103, 104. “Maaaamaaaaa!” calls my little night owl from the monitor on my nightstand. I throw on my cozy striped robe, gather my messy hair into a ponytail, and prepare for the long haul.
You know the routine. We’re in for an all-nighter, but this isn’t the fun kind that college students or love-struck couples have. Forget about the glamorous stories we share at the office or waking up to empty wine glasses and clothes scattered everywhere. Nope, this requires serious mental and physical fortitude to survive the next eight hours and still look somewhat coherent for work tomorrow.
Hours 1 to 2
Adrenaline is pumping, and I’m surprisingly optimistic. As long as he stays stable, maybe he’ll drift off soon, and I can avoid an ER trip. Check, check, and check—Tylenol, Motrin, thermometer. Let’s do this!
Hours 3 to 4
I start negotiating, “Just one more time, and then Mama’s going to bed.” He must be laughing inside because he has other plans, and I’m completely at his mercy, especially with that adorable, pouty face. “Rub,” he commands, pointing to his back, and I dutifully comply. I’m singing ridiculous, improvised lyrics to the tune of “Twinkle, Twinkle” just to keep him calm. “Hudson, Hudson, you’re the best. You shine bright above the rest.” Not my finest work, but hey, sleep deprivation.
Hours 5 to 6
The adrenaline has faded, and I’m still rocking, rubbing, and singing. I try to stay positive: it’s just a virus, it could be worse, and other kids are dealing with much tougher illnesses. I remind myself to be grateful, but as dawn approaches, every creak of the floorboards gives him a jolt, and we’re back at square one.
Hours 7 to 8
Okay, defeat is upon me. “Vee-yos?” Yes, little one, please watch all the videos you want. I bring him into my bed, fire up the Kindle, and queue up YouTube. Anything that keeps him quiet is fair game at this point. We settle on the “Wheels on the Bus” video. As I teeter on the brink of sleep, I find myself making some questionable deals in my head—“If only Blippi plays the tractor song next, I might just owe him a favor.”
Hour 9
The sun is finally up. We’ve survived, kind of. My next mission? Find backup childcare so I can chug some caffeine and stay employed. Nap time during lunch is a must. Food? Who cares about food? Maybe I’ll just crash in the car for a quick snooze. Just as I drift off, my phone buzzes. “He’s throwing up everything I give him. What should I do?” asks my sitter. “I’ll be right there,” I reply with a sigh. At least I’m already in the car!
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Summary
Enduring sleepless nights as a parent is a challenging experience filled with emotional and physical demands. From dealing with a sick child to navigating the next day at work, the struggle is both taxing and rewarding.