Just like I had planned we all went to bed early on Sunday night, ready for the week ahead.
By 7.30am Monday morning Poet's attempts at acrobatics failed miserably and she ended up on the floor with a swollen and bleeding nose. She now has a swollen black/blue/purple nose and is in the midst of the flu - her first. She is feverish, lethargic, glassy-eyed and miserable.
And so it goes.
Perhaps it's just pure coincidence but both my children have been terribly sick and suffered their first major fall just weeks out from their first birthday. Maybe I was naive to think I'd get through the first year without illness or injury. Maybe it's the necessary step before we sing happy birthday - a transition of sorts. From my experience with Che there is always a significant shift in awareness after a fever so I'm awaiting a more alert and lively Poet when this virus finally leaves.
For now though our days are slow. My plans for the week have been pushed aside and instead I'm spending my days nurturing, nourishing, consoling. I always think, in instances like this, that the words I share with my students as I prepare them for birth, are actually the perfect words to prepare them for motherhood.
Just like the birth journey we cannot always control, each and every day we surrender and ultimately we just have to go with the flow.
And so it goes.
poor miss poet! I hope her bruises and sniffles have faded before her birthday rolls around.
ReplyDeleteThat giving up control needs to be learnt over and over doesn't it
ReplyDeletePoor Poet - sending best wishes
Great advice jodi - will think of that next time i get frustrated by things getting out of control! 'surrenderrrr'
ReplyDeleteHope your lovely lady gets better soon. So sad when the lil people are sick :(
Oh you poor thing Mama, I know that sickening feeling when one of our little chicks isn't well or worse still, injured. It is times like those that I'd like to wrap them in cotton wool and keep them next to me forever. But I guess part of being a good parent is to let them learn and just be there to pick up the pieces and guide the way. All part of the journey. Hope little Poet recovers well and quickly xo
ReplyDeleteOh ouch, poor little Po. I am failing to go with the flow here these last couple of sick days...thanks for the reminder. There's always tomorrow! Quick healing to you all xx
ReplyDeleteoh, little Poet :)
ReplyDeletewish her & Che to get well quickly from the flu!
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Che's shoes are adorable!
Poor poor Poet! That must have hurt. I always notice changes in the children after an illness. It's as if an illness signifies a new phase of childhood. Hoping they get over the flu quickly xxx
ReplyDeleteI'm giving Poet AND her lovely mother a big hug. I always find that when my children are poorly I feel a trifle ill too; such a strong bond we feel for our children.
ReplyDeleteJodi could you e-mail me your home address, please? You know what's coming don't you? ;-)
Warmest wishes,
Stephanie
Ouch :-(
ReplyDeleteHoping Poet is on the mend very soon! X
You're so wise Jodi. Beautiful words I will try to remember always, as I did with the words you wrote to me before I birthed Phiney.
ReplyDeleteAnd poor Poet with her bruised face and flu. Get well soon little one xxx
And so it goes, indeed. I'm new to your blog and really enjoying it.
ReplyDeleteyou poor thing...dealing with sick (and bruised!) kids is so exhausting. The first years are so hard as they seem to catch every bug going round. Try to console yourself in the knowledge that they are slowly but surely building up their immunity. Take care and we'll see you soon. xxx
ReplyDeletePoor Little Poet, I hope she has a full recovery soon. Snuggles certainly help this along. xxx
ReplyDeleteoh sweet little one, and yes such wise words (as usual) from the beautiful Mumma. I too 'love' (not quite the right word) in a fever, with my children there is also usually a shift. get well little one.
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The first fall is always the worst, isn't it.
ReplyDeletePoor little poppet, I hope the bruises heal soon.
The days are slow here too, must be this winter chill.
xx
enjoy the slowness and may Poet be well again soon. I always see a change after a fever in Abigail - something new awakens
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Ouch. Yes, good analogy, go with the flow and hope the storm passes soon xx
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear about the ills and the falls.
ReplyDeleteLife can be such rough and tumble.
Heres to slow days and steady recoveries.
oh dear, look at the two of us.
ReplyDeletea couple of misery guts (my outlook is admittedly less positive than yours)
xo em
Ugh - sounds like the absolute pits! Poor little Poet... I hope she mends quickly.
ReplyDeleteYou take good care, Jodi. Looking after sick littles is incredibly draining!
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Sweet, sweet babe! Bless your hearts. I hope she is off to a quick recovery, will be thinking of your family this week. xx
ReplyDeletewise words - its so important as a mother ( especially a working mother ) to hear that.
ReplyDeletei hope your cherubs are well again very soon x
Ouch! sweet little Poet I hope you are well soon. We too are doing plenty of surrendering and going with the flow here on day 6 of River, Sol and I being sick. I have just now been praying to the Patience Fairies to bring me another dose of patience so I can see this flow through to the weekend when I am dreaming of us being well enough to venture out somewhere. anywhere. Best wishes to you in wellness x
ReplyDeleteHope things are on the upswing for you now, poor little Poet and her nose!
ReplyDeleteOh poor little Poet. It's that time of year isn't it? :( My 2 littlies have been snotty & glassy eyed this week. Winter always brings a bout of bugs with it. Hopefully we've had our share for this year :)
ReplyDeleteI get EXACTLY what you mean.....and so it goes :)
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Hope things are on the mend : ) I remember my little boy fell a week before his first b'day - he was trying to reach my hands and fell onto my fingers - he ended up with a cut on his cheek which is there for all to see on his first b'day photos!
ReplyDeletepobrecita. we have been dealing with an off and on fever all week. thanks for the good words!
ReplyDeleteOh, I hope little Poet is ok? Poor love. Sometimes a slow week is just what we all need. I hope things are starting to look up. xx
ReplyDeleteSimilar week here! Cannot wait for my little one to feel better again. Beautiful words - and thank you for the message. It seems every time I think i've learnt to surrender control that it's time to learn that lesson again x
ReplyDeleteSending love and speedy recovery to all of you. Xxx
ReplyDeleteWe ate at the very tail end of one very sick week here too.
ReplyDeleteSo sad. Poor Poet. Mummy cuddles and daddy snuggles needed all round.