Would you believe that I am a tenured (ha!) mother to two and that still, when mini appeared sluggish on Sunday afternoon and drifted off to sleep on the couch alarming in that she hasnt napped during the day at home for the last year that I found myself creeping into her bedroom at 10:03 p.m. that night to check on her, as I put it cavalierly, matter-of-factly to Mr. Magpie, when in fact I was solely groping through the dark to confirm that she was still breathing?
Would you further believe that I cried not once, but twice, the following day after peeling her hot body off of my own, hearing her feverishly mumble mama sit with me and mama, stay here? That I second and triple guessed whether I was caring for her in all the right ways, even though I had called not only my mother but my pediatrician for input and followed their guidance to the letter? And even though I had spent a good portion of the afternoon tricking her into drinking fluids, putting on an elaborate performance of two little elephant stuffed animals complaining that they did not know how to drink out of their trunks and that please, oh please could Emory teach them how? To drink water? From a cup? Please!
Would you believe, in short, that even when my better sense (my pediatrician) and my other half (my husband) and my guardian angel (my mother) reassured me that she will be OK and that there was nothing, really, to do but monitor her and press my cold hand to her febrile forehead and hold her in my arms all day long and give her anything (anything!) she wanted to eat or drink, that I still felt sick to my stomach and prayed for the break of day and, more importantly, a break in the fever?
When she is sick, I lose all sense of perspective. I doubt myself as a mother. I am desperate for secours, overwhelmed by the responsibility of making care decisions on her behalf, even with something as run-of-the-mill as a likely innocuous fever.
Its probably just a virus of some kind this, too will pass, I told myself. I celebrated the moments where she requested grapes, or took a voluntary sip of water, or informed me that her popsicle was tasty, mama, or giggled all of the sudden Aha! She is fine, I cried, filtering through the fog of her illness for the stray sunbeam. But a nefarious doom crept in around the edges. I couldnt help but conjure the one-in-ten-million kind of horror story Ive heard in the past: I thought it was just a cold, but or Her symptoms didnt start out that severe but then
When she woke me at 2:11 a.m., crying mama into the pitch black dark of her room, I found her drenched in sweat.
I want it to be morning, she said, her tiny voice clarion in my midnight disarray.
I pressed my hand to her forehead, and it was cool. Dawn had come early. I felt its auspiciousness, its turn in the tide: the world made newand wholeagain.
Her feverish interlude made literal the endless rebirth of motherhood: the the often purchaseless angling for percipience (we did x and he slept y hourslets try it again, maybe he just likes z), the exhaustion-tinged hopefulness for a better tomorrow, the Sisyphean cyclicality of routines all of it the endless loop of motherhood, with daybreak and its promise a constant beacon.
+Having a hard time saying no to this dress for summer.
+This blazer is RLY good.
+Though we went with this Thibaut floral for our living room cushion covers, I also considered this similar Schumacher and this star-print Peter Dunham. Im glad we went floral but I really love that star print maybe for a playroom in the future.
+A well-reviewed reading lamp if youre still into hard copy reading.
+CHIC swimsuit. Id feel like a proper lady in this.
+LOVE Virginia peanuts and this flavor makes my mouth water. A good addition to your pantry for last-minute guests / an impromptu hostess gift.
+Obsessed with this coat in the white color!
+Cute way to display pens on a desktop. (These are my favorite.)
+A great coat to buy now on serious sale for next winter. I wear a similar one every single winter.
+Another fantastic sale score pair with captoe flats for work for a Chanel vibe.