December 29, 2004
Solitary Confinement
Last Saturday night, I started to feel like crap. Throat started to itch and hurt. Legs started to feel achy and tired. I knew I was getting sick.
Now, the “Pre-baby Cat” would have continued on with the usual ways. Exercising, riding bikes, staying up till 1am playing video games, mowing the lawn….you name it, I would do it. Inevitably, I would get to the point where I would stay sick for two weeks. The kind of sick where you’re hacking and coughing, running into walls because of the dizziness, and having lungs filled with goo for two weeks. After the two weeks, that’s when I would eventually start to get better. And THEN, I would have a lingering cough for another three weeks. Trust me on the timeline; I’ve done it many times.
But this time, the “Post-baby Cat” actually voluntarily relegated himself to the back bedroom. No video games or mowing the lawn. I actually rested, slept, and ate. It was tough, but for four long days, I stayed away from Dax and Michelle. Yup, four days. I was sick for four days.
After those four days, I actually drove the family around for the holidays and had Mike and Nath visit us, all the while my not being sick.
It’ll be a totally different story when Dax actually starts going to Daycare. The Daycare where sickness proliferates: The Home of Green Elevens and Sneezing Fits.
But before Dax goes into Daycare, if we just happen to keep Dax sick-free for his first six months of life while his immune system further develops? I’ll take that.