M*A*S*H is my favourite TV show of all time. I’m probably on my own here given the raft of current shows touted as ‘much watch’ content. However, in my eyes, M*A*S*H is such a special program and it’s my go-to viewing when I’m looking for comfort and familiarity. When it comes to parenting, I need these things a lot!
As you’d expect, I’ve seen all the episodes 100’s of times. A quote from BJ in Season 9 and the episode titled ‘O How We Danced’ totally sums up my feelings about parenting. His line was “Off with the white clothes, on with the green clothes”. Parenting is relentless. Full stop. There’s always someone who needs to be bathed, fed, settled, dressed, dropped off somewhere, entertained, medicated….I could go on for the rest of this post. Of an evening, no sooner have I cleaned the kitchen before I am setting out the bowls, spoons, Weet Bix, vitamins etc for the following day. No one tells you that if you are not a fan of repetition, parenting probably isn’t for you.
Don’t get me wrong – my girls are my whole world but all too often I am met with that twinge of resentment that they need me for everything. I know, I know, they won’t be little forever but once a week I wish they could be 13 and 15 and sort themselves out in the morning and get their own damn Weet Bix!!
Last month was a particularly tough one for the Ciccozzi family; we were basically all sick for the entire month. I know, you’re probably thinking ‘boo-hoo’ or ‘toughen up princess’ but 4 weeks straight of sick kids and parents with no reprieve was incredibly tough.
Thursday 4th February 2016
Hands down, this date was/is my toughest night on record since becoming a parent. It was your average night time routine and with the baby asleep and Giuliana engaged with the iPad I made myself a healthy dinner. Almost immediately I felt like death and was violently throwing up in the kitchen sink. I was already suffering through a massive head cold so all the almonds, dates, goji berries and chia were also coming out of my nose (sorry, probably TMI!). Anyhoo, I did feel relief after throwing up so put Giuliana to bed and was hoping to sleep off the rest of my bout of food poisoning.
90 mins later I was still awake and feeling rubbish again and heard that soul crushing gurgle and knew that Giuliana had just thrown up in her sleep. She was covered in vomit and understandably scared and upset. G has a bunk bed so not only was the top bunk a mess but it was also dripping down the side to the bottom bunk. At this point I was feeling pants myself so I went back to my bedroom to muster all my strength for the clean-up but within seconds was running to the bathroom for another round.
At this point, I thought G had made herself sick from excess coughing (another lingering cold) but no sooner had I wiped her down and changed her pyjamas and she threw up again. I think we went through 6 pairs of pj’s that night as she threw up every 15 minutes until she was at the bile stage. Clearly she had gastro. Marc was away for work so I had no choice but to call my mum to come and sit with her while I cleaned up. I was worried about dehydration so I called a locum for us both and it was about 4am when she finally settled and went to sleep on the couch. Mercifully, little Sienna slept through the entire ordeal.
Friday 5th February 2016
I woke up with that hungover type feeling but was looking forward to dropping Sienna off at childcare so I could look after G and recuperate a bit myself. Sienna got up as normal and I was about to put her in the car when I realised she’d just had an extreme case of ‘the dreaded #3’s’. Poo everywhere! So my Friday ended up as follows:
- G – flat as a tack and refusing to eat or drink anything
- Sienna – pooing every 30 mins to the point of her bum being red raw and bleeding
- Yours truly – ready to crawl into a hole and die but with no other option than to HTFU and look after my kids
Suffice to say I was feeling pretty sorry for myself.
Sick as a dog…check!
Resentful that I was dealing with this all by myself….check!
Disgusted with myself for my selfishness towards my kids who didn’t get sick on purpose…check!
Like I said, probably my toughest 48 hours as a parent. Come Monday, the kids had basically recovered but I was still feeling the effects of my food poisoning as well as my cold.
In hindsight, I was always going to get through this horrifically tough (but all too common) aspect of parenting. If you’ve got kids you probably have a very similar story of your own. Like BJ said – “Off with the white clothes, on with the green clothes”. So what did I do at 4am when G had finally fallen asleep and I needed some comfort and familiarity – put on an episode of M*A*S*H 😉
Until next time lovelies