Poorly people

We are a household of poorly people at the moment. Little man has had a cough for about three weeks - it's not really bothering him and he has just been getting on with things in that fabulous way that small people do!

Last week I started coughing.  It was inevitable really.  Other than the time that little man is at preschool (15 hours a week) and I'm at work at my 'not working from home' job (8 hours a week) we're together all the time - we cosleep too - so it was always likely that I would get it.

My immune system is rubbish - I've had a lot of illnesses and surgeries over the years and it just never seems to be fully functioning. Not satisfied with having just a cough my body decided to throw a house party for germs and invited all it's friends - according to the doctor that I gave in and finally went to see, I have an upper respiratory tract infection and the flu. Yup, party central over here.

Anyway, you'd think after being ill so much I'd be used to it and yes, with the big things (surgeries, meningitis, eye diseases etc) I'm quite stoical - these things happen after all - but throw a cold at me? I moan. A lot. In fact, I swear by last night I was verging on man-flu tendencies.

And then, this morning my poor little man woke up with the dreaded vomiting bug. Me feeling rubbish is absolutely nothing in comparison. There's nothing worse for a parent then seeing their child poorly; you feel so utterly helpless and just want to do something to take it all away.

I hate that he's hurting and scared. Mummy cuddles, although comforting, aren't really doing anything to take away the pain and it makes me want to cry for him.  He's napped on and off all day, which is very unlike him and we've just snuggled really.  Here's hoping that's it's just a 24 hour bug and tomorrow he will be back to his cheeky self.

AFUK x