If you’re a working mom, here’s when you really need help: when you’re sick. And pregnant.
I had a cold that started last Friday and just continued getting worse with each day. By Tuesday, this nasty little rhinovirus brought me to my knees. I actually had to leave work at lunchtime and crawl my way from car to couch at home. I barely had the energy to let the dog out to pee, let alone take care of a child or a husband.
Thankfully, Cassie was at the sitter for the remainder of the afternoon. I slept on the couch. Daddy picked her up from the sitter and cooked dinner. I lay on the couch and watched Noggin with Cassie. Time for night-night? Daddy put her to bed. I stayed — guess where? — on the couch.
Wednesday, I woke up with ears that felt so congested that my brain might explode at any moment. Ow. I didn’t know colds could get this bad. Death was looking like a good alternative to this snotty, sinusey suffering. Thank God I could take Cassie to the sitter’s (Daddy had to go on a business trip early that morning). There was no way I could be a good mom feeling like this.
All day, I lay on the couch, mostly sleeping, occasionally half-watching TV. I literally did nothing, and that was all I could do. When pick-up time rolled around, my mom offered to pick up Cassie and I could meet them over at my parents’ house, where dinner awaited. What a welcome, blessed offering of help. I really, really needed it.
Today, I woke up feeling much better, thank God. I was able to do my usual mom thing, take care of the kiddo, get her off to the sitter and myself to work. I’m still not 100%, but I’m close enough to do what needs to be done. And I’m sooo appreciative of the help I received while I was under the weather. Also, of the fact I can actually take paid sick days from work when I need to.
What do sick, pregnant moms do when they have no help or paid sick days? I’d hate to imagine.