I feel like I am standing on the beach, facing the ocean and waves caressing my feet..
Every new wave brings a little bit of novelty.. A new experience.
But every few minutes, I also have to move to find better footing. As every wave, however nice it may feel, is silently eroding my foundations away.
I don't know whether I should construe the persistence of the waves that keep coming one after another as another opportunity at joy? Or be wary at the fact each wave is weakening my stand!
I just don't know.
Last few weeks have been testament to a tumulous start to another new year.
Every month, atleast twice, Aarav has been unwell.
Illness goes on for a week and one can count a week of convalescence after.
And then a week of trying to get back to where we left off. So instead of studing anything new, we now are just revising the old ones.
And even before we get set to go ahead, back comes another round of illness.
Sometimes fever, sometimes viral sometimes this, sometimes that.
To say that this is a 'just a test' is an understatement.
We take a step forward, make a small progress and then we get pulled two steps back.
Two days before, Aarav's fever touched 105.7°F.
We gave him sponge baths with cold water and the fever came down to 103°F. A few midnight hours of wiping and worrying, Aarav's fever was down to 101.1 °F... Which was relatively much better.
With fever, came some other issues.
No eating. Crankiness. Annoyed all the time. Lost weight. Lost strength.
I know this post is just a whine. But dear lord! Can't we just get a break? Atleast spare the poor kid.
Have any of you parents ever felt this way?
I can't find a happy place..
Trying to concentrate only on the half glass full now.