LOOK OUT, HE'S GOING TO BLOW!
Morning all. Hope everyone had a good holiday weekend –
whatever you chose to celebrate or worship, or simply dip in chocolate and
stuff in your face. Our Easter week(end) was spent in a les than orthodox
fashion; in blunt terms, the King had a stomach virus for five days and I spent
all five of those days, doing laundry, wiping up sick and trying to avoid being
puked on (MF, you may want to skip this blog). I was not always successful at this task, as any mother will tell you
it’s bound to happen to you at some point.
This (e.g. kid illnesses) is the part of motherhood you always
hear about, but you never quite realize how all encompassing it is. As most of
you know, I live in a climate that (after this winter) I liken to the tundra.
The winters are long, cold and you spend about six months wrapped up like a
Gortex stuffed mummy. It’s not a good look or a good feeling when the rest of
the world (or so you tell yourself) is spending Easter day in flip-flops and
you’re battling frostbite. Fine, I’m being somewhat dramatic, but even the King
has decided that going outside right now is a tad tedious not to mention
painful. So, with this cold comes illness (although they claim cold is supposed to kill certain bacteria. Yeah, whatever). I’m not joking when I say
that the King has had a runny nose since November. It may have stopped for a
day or two here or there, but then as sure as I’m standing here, his nose is
running and I find myself watching the King wipe his nose on his hand, my
trousers, or his stuffed animals etc. [For some reason he finds it incredibly amusing
to not ask me for a tissue].
The other thing that winter brings is stomach bugs that become stuff of legends around the neighborhood. You
literally hear people talking about it at the playground as if the plague has
swept through London and is knocking down toddlers and adults in its path. And of
course, with the stories, the virus gets larger and more horrific with each
telling. ‘My friend’s child had it and she was vomiting for 3 weeks and her
head spun around on her neck!’ Great, good times, can’t wait to have that on my
doorstep. Luckily we were not hit with much of this until recently, and
after surviving the last week, I’m thinking the stories had more truth than
fiction to them.
Luckily when the King has a stomach virus he has vomiting
‘tells,’ as I like to call them. After the first unexpected surprise (shall we
call it) on the kitchen floor, I realized that each time it was coming, he
would ask me to cuddle, then give me that look of ‘I’m not sure I’m going to
like this next part;’ then emit a small whine, and whammo, out it would come! So I spent the last week,
watching him and listening very closely and when he’d say ‘cuddle,’ I’d go
tearing across the house like a maniac and put him on non-carpeted floor whilst
trying to stay two feet away from him. For the most part this worked well
enough and although he still wanted to cuddle mid-emission, I was able to avoid
most of it.
Then I got cocky of course. As soon as he was feeling
somewhat better (you can never tell with toddlers as in one moment they are
throwing up and the next my son is asking for dinner and wanting to dance) I
took him to nursery as I was needing a well-earned break (and had 80 loads of
laundry to do). Of course as soon as we walked in the door, I realized he had
fallen asleep in the pram on the way. Not a good sign with a toddler that rebels against sleep. Upon waking,
he looked at me, wanted a cuddle and…well, you know the rest. There is nothing
that is going to get you more looks than riding a bus with a coat covered in
kid vomit; well, aside from the looks you get when your child proceeds to lose
his lunch on a crowded tube train as my son did the next day. (In my defense,
again, he looked on the mend, so we figured we were ‘safe’). This is one of those
instances that truly gives one an insight into human nature. As I was utterly
horrified and moved across the train at Mach four to try and get him on his own, I also couldn’t help but notice other people’s reactions to what was
taking place. Some people looked at me in horror as if I should’ve come
equipped with a miniature toilet (I am considering this for the next time
around), others just put their noses deeper into their books, and then there
were two very brave and sympathetic souls who approached me with a little bag
of Kleenex. They are clearly parents, or just very selfless individuals.
Needless to say, I finally realized we were truly in the
clear when he woke up the other morning, looked at me and said ‘PASTA, Mamma!’ The
eating hasn’t stopped since, the kid is carbo loading like he's about to do Ironman (the race, not the film). And what’s better, the sun is actually shining
(hallelujah!) like an omen out of the ‘virus is gone’ handbook....although I
have to admit that even now when the King asks for a cuddle, I do contemplate
putting on my raincoat.