Today I sent a sick kid to daycare. Autumn had a fever that spiked at 103.5 at about 1:30 this morning. She had been sick most of yesterday and was very listless throughout the day. For the first time ever, my child was able to tell me she was sick when she actually was sick. Most of the time she tells me she doesn’t feel well after she puts us through a wicked tantrum and has expelled all her energy by making us miserable for several minutes.
She seemed better this morning. I took her temperature twice and she was back down to normal, but she obviously was not herself. She didn’t want to watch “The Wiggles” and didn’t put up a fuss or kick her legs as I tried to get her dressed. All she wanted to do was lie down on our bed. It really was quite pathetic, but as I stood over my daughter looking so worn out, I couldn’t resist using the moment to my advantage. I put my hands on my hips and looked at her sternly. “See what happens when you eat your boogers? Didn’t Mommy say you’d get sick?” And Mommy did say that. Mommy said that just yesterday before the child got sick.
I decided to send her to daycare because today is the first day of classes at the university, and if there’s one day I really shouldn’t miss it’s this one. As we pulled into the driveway at daycare, Autumn’s weak voice piped up from the back seat. “You have to tell C- I’m not feeling well,” she said, perhaps afraid she wouldn’t get the same amount of sympathetic kisses as she would at home. Broke. My. Heart.
I told C- to call me if she thinks Autumn should go home. I’m kind of hoping she does call because I really think my little girl needs her mom right now.