I knew it was coming…I tried to do everything I could to stop it.
I felt the the sickness coming on during the school day but it just got worse as I was driving home.
I know when I get home I have to do all the Mom duties, my day doesn’t stop.
I couldn’t do anything, I couldn’t move.
I couldn’t take off my coat, I went right into bed.
Thank goodness your Dadda was home today.
He did all the things I would normally do when I get home…dinner, bath, and bed.
I layed in bed and felt guilty.
I wanted to be with you but I couldn’t.
I heard Dadda giving you dinner…that was supposed to be me.
I heard Dadda giving you a bath…that was supposed to be me.
I heard Dadda take you in the room to rock you…then I started crying. I called for you and Dadda brought you in to say goodnight.
I heard Dadda rocking you and singing to you…that was supposed to be me.
I felt guilty.
You went to bed.
I missed my time with you.
I hope I never get sick again.