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I never get to be a momma much these days.

I never get to be a momma much these days. I am always a mom, but I don’t get to be a momma, ever since the day JCH turned all of 10 (“Mom, I am almost 11”, said JCH in the background every day.)

Moms are responsible, clean, cook, check to make sure homework is done, and hand out punishments when piss poor attitudes need adjusting.

Mommas get to take care, coddle, and nurture a sick and / or a wounded child that wouldn’t normally let you three feet into his room.

So, when Friday morning rolled around at 7am, I was summoned to my son’s bathroom, (which by the way has been off limits to me if he is in there, for privacy reasons) I knew something was wrong.

He didn’t look too good, with a flushed red face (his pre-teen-looking face looked more like his baby face to me again) as he sat desperate on the bowl asking me to provide some relief.

“Momma…my stomach hurts… I don’t feel good… I need a drink of water….”

“Okay buddy, hold on…”

The minute he was finished drinking the water… that’s when the vomit-fest began. All over the rug, all over his pajama pants, and…..all over me, as I tried to rush a trash can underneath his face.

He didn’t cry. I held his head, grabbed a cool washcloth placed it on the back of his neck and rubbed his back.

“Momma, I don’t think I can go to school?” His voice quivering.

“You’re not going anywhere buddy. Hang on okay…?”

I called my office, his school, my mother, and my father, while in the bathroom with JCH keeping an eye on the thermometer in his mouth rising above 101.

A few more sips of water and another round of puke mess, it was time to strip down the germ-infested clothes, and got a bubble bath ready. (baths, are another thing 10 year olds don’t do anymore…. “Mom, I shower now…”)

Once I knew the bulk of hurling had passed, I helped him take off yucky wet, nasty-ness, and into bubble tub good-ness.

While he leaned back in the water, I tossed everything in to the laundry and headed back into bathroom with my sick baby.

I was allowed to hang out in there with him! I was allowed to TAKE CARE of him. Running soothing washcloth water over his head, dispensing Tylenol, and giving him words of comfort.

45 minutes later, time to get out of the tub, I wrapped him up in a towel like you swaddle a newborn.

I put fresh pajamas on my baby, tucked him into bed, and read him a story until he fell asleep.

Even though I have been a mom for quite some time now, some things never change, like strange uncontrollable fears.

What? If? while he’s sleeping and he has to throw up again? but he doesn’t wake up? And he chokes on it? And he dies? Like Jimmy Hendrix?

So… I stayed in his room the whole time and watched him sleep.

Overprotective? Much?

Three hours later he woke up and I gave him another dose of Tylenol. (yeah, I know your supposed to wait 6 hours in-between doses, but WHY? wait? for the fever to COME BACK? when you can keep the FEVER down! if you give the Tylenol every FOUR hours instead?)

That’s when we shifted from his bedroom, to the living room. I opened up the sofa bed. For some reason, he loves the sofa bed. So… when he’s sick, he gets “special” treatment.

I gave him pedialite, and jello. We watched cartoon network all day together, cuddled up, under covers, and a massive amount of pillows.

He even let me “kiss him” with my magical momma powers to make him “feel better”

After a full day of cuddles, jello, saltine crackers, toast with jelly, rest and cartoons….By 7pm, he was feeling sooooooooooooooo much better.

Even well enough to play games with me. We played old games, the same games we played when he really was little. Clue Jr., WAR and GO FISH.

Which….. I lost… as usual

Then…WAR and GO FISH with my favorite playing cards in the world…

………. And, I LOST both of those games too….

I gave him one last dose of Tylenol at 9pm, and let him stay on the sofa bed for the night with his favorite comedian Lewis Black playing on HBO ON DEMAND to fall asleep to.

(besides the sofa bed is closer to my room then his bed room, so I could check on him more often through out the night…which of course, my paranoid self did, about 25 times.)

We are all feeling better today and JCH has been symptom and fever free. Thank god! It was a 24 hour kind of bug!

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  • Anonymous

    you go momsy I am very happy you got to spend some quality time with him and all is well even in sickness there is UNCONDIIONAL LOVE THAT HELPS THE HEALING FOR YOU BOTH even if his becomes conditional which is not uncommon for boys/young men. Goood Job MOMMA
    “olly”

  • Anonymous

    Loved the blog although sorry to hear your “little boy” was so sick.

    You had me pissing in my pants with laughter seeing you on the toilet with your mac ready and the “sensitive wipes”.

    You missed your calling cousin, should have been a writer.

    I Love you and hope to see you soon!!!!!!!

    Shell oxoxoxox

  • meleah rebeccah

    YO COUISN! SHELLY!

    IM STILL “TRYING TO” BE A WRITER…

    THAT IS AFTER ALL WHAT I WANT TO BE WHEN I “GROW-UP”

    ITS BEEN MY DREAM SINCE I WAS NINE…

    ITS SOOOO NICE TO HEAR SOMEONE SAY “ITS MY CALLING”

    THATS WHY I HAVE A BLOG

    IT FORCES ME TO WRITE EVERYDAY

    AND I AM STILL WORKING ON MY BOOK ALBEIT TOUGH AT TIMES WHEN LIFE GETS IN THE WAY

    IM GLAD YOU LAUGHED! EVEN HAPPIER YOU ENJOYED THE WORDS!

    SOME PEOPLE JUST SEE THE PICTURES THEY DONT BOTHER TO READ WHAT I SAY…WHICH IS AFTER ALL THE MOST IMPORTANT PART OF MY BLOG!

    LOVE YOU

    THANKS FOR READING

    SEE YOU SOON

    XOXOOXOX

    YO CUZ…MELEAH

  • meleah rebeccah

    Thanks Olly!

    these moments are fleeting, but if it takes a sick day to get some time with him… ILL TAKE IT!!

  • Anonymous

    hey sweetie…well this story does not surprise me because you are there for anyone who is in need of help. How many times did you rush over to help your mom or as I call her Pam accident prone Walter who I found is more clumsy than me. I am glad you got to be a mom but the fact is you are a great mom every day of the week. As he grows older there will be other things he will call you up or ask for your help with and that is the bond that you have with Justin. I remember when Marc threw up in my new car…but didn;t get upset becuase he is my son. and he was not drunk because he was only like 5. So enjoy the weekend my love. talk to you soon. Bob

  • Oh yeah, it’s Mr. Francisco to you

    I don’t wanna grow up, I’m a toysrus kid…..

    You did what your maternal instincts told you to do Meleah, I applaud your efforts for a job well done! I know you are much happier now as I remember my mom doing the same thing back in my youngin’ years.

    Sincerely,

    FV

  • meleah rebeccah

    OH GOD, MY MOM IS ALWAYS INJURED, AND YES, I AM ALWAYS OVER THERE HELPING / FIXING… ECT

    IM GLAD THAT MARC WAS ONLY 5 AND NOT DRUNK WHEN HE PUKED IN YOUR CAR!

    FUN FUN FUN OF BEING A PARENT ISNT IT!

    (I SECRETLY LOVE BEING A MOM, BUT ILL NEVER DO THIS AGAIN….)

    WE HAVE ADAM’S 30TH BDAY (I CAN’T BELEIVE MY BABY BROTHER IS GUNNA BE 30!)

    TOMORROW ILL BE IN PA ALL DAY AND HAVE A ZILLION PICS AND A NEW BDAY MOVIE TO MAKE ….

    I LOVE TOURTURING MY FAMILY WITH PHOTOS AND VIDEOS

    THEY HATE ME NOW…BUT ONE DAY…ONE DAY, THEY WILL APPRECIATE ALL THIS “RECORDING” FOREVER I AM DOING

    SHOULD BE POSTED BY LATE TOMORROW

    MISS YOU

    THANKS FOR THE COMMENT / SUPPORT

    XOXOOX

    ME

  • meleah rebeccah

    FV…

    I AM RELIEVED EVERYONE IS BETTER

    THANKS FOR CHECKING IN ON US!

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