The Worst Part...

...of being a working-mom is when your child is sick.  On so many levels this sucks.  I wish there was a better word for it, but sucks about encompasses it right now.

After dinner last night I thought Lukas felt a bit warm so I took his temperature.  100.4 degrees.  A mild fever.  I gave him some Advil, did our normal bedtime routine and kissed him goodnight.  Fast forward to this morning. After 11 hours of sleeping without making a peep, the little man woke up.  When I picked him up he felt more like a hot potato than a small child.  I knew the fever was back.  103.1 degrees.  More Advil.

Mr. Cob was out of town for work, so I was flying solo, and emailed my work letting them know I would not be making it in today.  I used to say "I'll be working from home since Lukas is sick today", but I quickly learned after one time of trying that, that there is no "working" when you're home with a sick baby.

Aside from the high fever, nothing else was wrong with him.  He was happy (thank God), just really hot.  The Advil worked in the morning and he cooled down to a nice 99.1 degrees.  He slept for a few hours and then woke up hot.  I could tell the fever was back, so we tried a tepid bath.  He was still a little fire ball after the bath.  One ear registered 105.1 degrees and the other was 104.4 degrees.  At this point I started to really worry.  More Advil.  And a call to the doctor.  They told me not to come in because at this point there was nothing else they could do.  The fever gradually went down and hovered around 101.5 degrees until I put him to bed.  The doctor said to call back if it went up to 104 again and stayed there for an hour or so and didn't respond to Advil or Tylenol.  He's now sound asleep and I'm staring at him on the video monitor.  I doubt I'll sleep much tonight, choosing instead to worry and stare at him to make sure he's still breathing and OK.

Luckily Mr. Cob is back from his trip.  He offered that he can stay home tomorrow with Lukas if I needed to go to work, and was confused when I started crying after he said that.  The thing is, I want to be home with him.  I don't want to leave my sick baby and go to work.  But I'm now behind in work after having missed a full day today, and I really should go in tomorrow, especially since Mr. Cob and grandma Sip Sip can watch him.

And that is the worst part.  Having to choose between going to work and being home with my fever-y baby.  It is days like today that I wish I were a stay-at-home-mom.  It's just not right for a momma to not be with her baby when he's not feeling good.  This is when I feel like a bad mom. I know I'm not, but tomorrow I will feel like one.  I just will.