My preschooler was bright pink, face distorted with unusual swelling when I picked her up from daycare yesterday. The fall she had last week seems to have had some lasting effect on her poor face.
By the time I got her home she had a ranging fever and only wanted to cuddle, which was absolutely fine by me.
I mentally set aside all evening plans and settled in for an evening of hugs and snuggles. Then I started to make plans for the sick day that would follow. Even if her fever cleared up overnight there was no way she’d be able to go to daycare in the morning.
She woke up feeling significantly better, but I still took her to see her doctor. After that, we went out to buy a few key sick day supplies — mac&cheese and popsicles — and headed home for an afternoon of movie watching and cuddling on the couch.
I missed work and a few appointments, my little girl was forlorn and not feeling well, but we both enjoyed the forced down time and alone time. It’s not every day that we get to spend so much time alone.
Tomorrow she’ll head back to daycare and me back to work. All that will be left of this day is the box of popsicles in the freezer — a sweet memory for a somewhat bitter day.