Last weekend it was out turn to meet Mrs. Flu. I was the official greeter, so I was hit the worst. I mean that feeling the you melt and your brain explodes in a million sparks that burn your skin from the inside out. And then the chills, chest pain, muscle pain. After two days of switching between real life and dreamland, I finally committed to the harsh conscious reality. One where all my body hurt, I was coughing almost continuously till the last molecule of air escaped my lungs (scientifically this is untrue, as even a freshly dead body has around half a liter of air in its lungs). Luckily, Catalina was not hit as horribly as I was. I remember vaguely her crying in the middle of the night because of congestion and asking me repeatedly "mommy help me, please". And I remember desperately wanting to help her, but no idea was coming to my mind, so I was just hugging her and telling her she needs to be patient, things will get better. I now give myself the award for the "worst mom of the year" for this. Come on, who wants to hear when they are miserably sick they just need to wait? How long? Is it going to get worse?
Anyway, we saw the light in the end. A week later we are all fever free, Catalina is slowing regaining her appetite and I have hope that sometime in the near future I will have a voice again. And maybe I will stop coughing, but that seems a little too greedy.
So, here are some fragments on how we enjoyed our sick time at home. We had an appointment with Catalina for a first gym class. Since we were all so sick, we made a "make believe gym" at home. Here is our balance beam made out of mommy's scarf, and the cutest gymnast showing off her talents!
When all was done, we had some time to be silly. And so so cute!










