I am a hypochondriac. When I was in high school, a friend told me the symptoms of meningitis. I had a really bad headache a few days later, and I swore I must have had meningitis. This is just to give you a picture of my neurosis.
Now that you have an idea of my condition, picture me in this scenario with children. Most of the time, I don’t worry that I or the kids have some disease that is going to flare it’s ugly head. It’s when I hear that one of my friends has a sick child that I start getting anxious or if one of my kids gets sick. If it’s just a cold, I don’t worry about it too much since Sean and Jonas handle colds very well – they don’t act like they have a cold, though they have the symptoms of a cold. When Karis was younger, I got more stressed about her getting a cold mostly because I hated not knowing what to do in the middle of the night if she woke up with regards to nursing her and how long I should let her cry for. Fortunately, I know that if she wakes up in the middle of the night, I try to make her as comfortable as I can, but I don’t feel as bad about leaving her in her bed after I’ve done the best that I can.
Anyways, the reason for this post is Karis is getting over a cold, and now she’s had this skin issue. It started on her shoulder, and I thought it was a bug bite, and not a big deal. She then got one next to her mouth, which again, I assumed it was just a bug bite or something that wasn’t a big deal. Yesterday, I noticed it was spreading to different areas. Let me take some time out and say I hate skin issues. It grosses me out. I told my husband tonight that I hated feeling the bumpiness of her skin when I gave her her bath. I also hate look at the redness of her bumps. It bothers me and makes my skin feel itchy and bumpy. It doesn’t , however, bother Karis at all; she’s happy as a clam. Actually, none of Karis’ illnesses ever seem to bother her, even when she had bronciolitis. Sorry, I digress. I took her to Convenient Care this morning, and the nurse practitioner said it was flair ups of eczema and a mild case of impetigo. She prescribed some topical antibiotics, and I started treatment. This afternoon, I noticed it spreading some more. Then I started to feel stress. Stressed enough to take her to the doctor tomorrow again.
I’ve had a few mild breakdowns this weekend because of Karis and her skin. My husband asked me a poignant question, “Why do you stress out so much when our kids get sick?” I don’t like my sleep getting disrupted and having to get up in the middle of the night. I know it doesn’t last forever, but part of me fears that the kids won’t get back on schedule with their sleep again. I feel guilty when my kids get sick, especially with something that I’ve never seen before or something that really makes them feel miserable. I feel like I’ve been a bad mom and that I should have done something to prevent them from getting sick. The reality is that I have three kids, and I can’t quarantine them all the time. I know this, and I know that they’ll get sick. I know that I’m not knowingly putting them in situations where they are exposed to some really bad illness. I know this, but yet, I feel guilty. I also feel guilty when my kids have exposed their illness to other kids. I know that other moms don’t blame me for their kids getting sick because I didn’t know, but I still feel bad. I also worry, being the hypochondriac that I am, that the kids sickness will spread to everyone. I don’t like dealing with sickness, especially when it’s going to last awhile in our house. But, all in all, I know everyone will feel better and that the sickness will end. I know this, but I still feel stressed. Sigh.

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