I'm sure the cold was only made worse by the fact that the little nutrients I have going into my system, are being sucked up by the baby. I swear to you, I was in bad for 4 straight days (gasp). My husband was great about getting up with the baby and taking care of her while I slowly died upstairs in the bedroom. Pounding head, completely congested, then ridiculous draining which upset my stomach and sent me vomiting at least 2 times any given day.
However when Moms get sick, noone really takes care of them. My husband took care of our child, but take care of me also?? I mean honestly, how can a man possibly juggle and child and a sick woman???
NEVERMIND, when my husband is sick, I kick in to registered nurse mode (which I am far from in real life). I make sure he has a cold compress for his head, I fluff his pillows, I draw him a bath, I make sure he is taking his medicine at the proper hourly intervals, I make sure gatorade and chicken noodle soup are available at all times, and yes I even encourage him to
"Stay in bed for another day honey, I know your feeling better, but you don't want to do too much too fast".
All of this, while keeping up with laundry, disinfecting the house like a mad woman, taking care of the baby and keeping the house presentable.
Well, all I have to say right now, is I am not even sure what I found growing in a cup in my kitchen this morning. All I can tell you is that it DID send me into a morning sickness fit!
Don't even get me started on the laundry either, I know for a fact my husband knows how to work the washer and dryer, but he said he just didn't have time. Apparently watching the baby IS the hardest job EVER ( interesting he never acts that way when I'M the one who is watching her 24/7.
In all honesty though, it IS a miracle I am even here. My husband didn't come up to check on me even once while I was sick. No chicken noodle soup, no cold compress, no gatorade. It's a miracle I didn't die from dehydration. I've never wanted my own mother so bad in my life.
I think guys are just wired differently. There is nothing nurturing about them. NOTHING.
I love my husband, however the next time I'm sick, I'll be camping out at my parents, where I'm pampered and treated like I'm 12 years old.
