*Note: This was written at an earlier date
Yesterday was a bad day. Both my husband and I were up in the middle of the previous night with stomach issues, and we were both nauseous and achy and tired. I later found out that my mom had it too. Luckily, our little one seemed fine, but when we thought about it, we remembered that he had been sick just briefly a few days before, so we suspected we had all gotten it from him.
So, here we were on a weekend day – our son seemed healthy, which again, was a good thing. However, we had no daycare to take him to, and our main babysitter was sick too. In addition, it would have been wrong to ask someone else for help since I was pretty sure whatever we had was contagious. We faced a whole day of having to stick it out watching our little one when both of us felt that we didn’t have the energy or strength to do so. It was one of the hardest days of my life thus far.
I realize this scenario happens all of the time. And, I realize that for a lot of people this is nothing compared to days that they have had to face. But for me, it was so tough. I was definitely in survival mode – I was taking it one bottle and one diaper at a time. I was also trying to focus only on keeping him safe. He might not have been wonderfully entertained all day, but he was safe. At the end of the day, right before I went to sleep, I couldn’t stop thinking about how horrible of a mother I must have been during the day – I was impatient, lethargic, and not all that cheery – and that wasn’t the end of the list. I thought I did the best I could, but it was still terrible! I knew that physically I felt awful, but I didn’t realize how psychologically awful I would feel too.
I woke up this morning after about 10 hours of sleep and so far I am physically feeling much better. I am looking back on yesterday still with some of the same misgivings that I had last night. What I know, though, is that this may have been one of my first tough days as a parent, but it will not be my last. I need to give myself some grace and forgiveness for those days when I am not my best, because they happen. I also need to give myself some credit for what did happen. While essentially we just met his basic needs, we did keep our son fed, changed, and safe. He also had plenty of toys to play with during the day. I’m sure he is feeling way better about yesterday than I am. I did the best I could with what I had, and some days that is simply enough.