Last week I wrote a post about why it sucks to have a birthday in December. I realised that I missed out a very fundamental point in this post. Illness. I can't believe that I failed to mention that another huge, crappy reason as why having a December birthday most definitely sucks is illness. I can't tell you how many times over the years I have been poorly before/during/after my birthday and in the run up to Christmas and this last few days have been no exception. Not only that but I have been incredibly kind and spread my manky germs throughout the household infecting the (poor, poor) children.
I could feel illness coming over me on Thursday night, that horrible 'I'm getting sicky and I'm going to feel like a sack of sh*te* feeling, roll on around 9pm and I'm then shaking uncontrollably and freezing, it was nasty. I couldn't get warm.......our bedroom seems to be freezing at the best of times but I just could not get warm, I ended up dosing myself up and taking myself to bed. At this point I was quite upset as I was supposed to be going to the spa on Friday with one of my bestests and I was genuinely worried I was going to have to pull out. As it happened I did go and had a lovely time but my god I really didn't feel good at all. So typical really, that the weekend just gone was jam packed with exciting things, we had rugby to take Alfie to on Saturday morning, then the Santa special train and then a meal out in the evening. I forced myself to drink a couple of glasses of wine, get into the festive spirit and have a good time but in all honestly I probably should have been keeping warm and resting in bed (obviously fat chance of that happening with 2 kids to look after!). Sunday came and it was Elarna that came down with the same illness, poor little thing, it really is horrible to see a baby poorly and know that they don't really understand why they suddenly can't breathe properly and can't make as much noise as normal. Luckily with some Calpol and TLC she wasn't too bad, more snotty than anything but babies can be quite resilient and seem to bounce back relatively quickly.
|My poorly little man|
Poor Alfie is not so lucky though. Monday we thought he was ok, he went to nursery and seemed to have a fantastic day, yesterday not so good. My poor little lad has been knocked for 6, I really haven't seen him quite so ill for a very long time. He had clearly caught what I have (fever, sore throat, nasty cough, headache etc) I struggled to get him to drink, he didn't want anything to eat and had 2 mega sleeps during the day which is so unusual for him, this is a little boy that doesn't sit still during the day so to see him with sunken eyes and no energy is just heartbreaking. After managing to get some medicine down him he did perk up slightly and I'm keeping my fingers tightly crossed that he recovers in the next couple of days so we can watch him in his nursery carol service on Friday (coincidentally we missed last years performance through illness too!).
|Feeling pretty pathetic!|
It's been such a nasty few days that I have had very little motivation to write, wrap presents, clean the house or pretty much do anything at all other than feel sorry for myself and be very pathetic. My best friend told me that I have 'Princess flu', I think she's right and clearly so much worse than 'man flu'!!! I'm hoping and praying that I am slowly coming out of it now, I still don't feel 100% but alot more functional than I have been, I just hope that Alfie feels alot better soon and that my husband doesn't catch it because at the end of the day I have no idea who would cook the Christmas lunch if he isn't up to it, ha!!
Anyway I think that's enough of me being absolutely pathetic, normal business will resume soon, but in the meantime I am taking the opportunity to wind down a bit ready for Christmas and hopefully the germs will stay away.
Anyone else poorly at the moment?