I have been a "single mom" for almost a year now. Nothing about this has been easy but I had my first real test on Saturday morning. Actually, more like Saturday, middle of the night.
You see, LG was sick. I cut a trip I was on short and flew home a day early to be with my girl. There were many reasons for this and it was a very tough decision but I wouldn't change it. I picked LG up at her dad's on Friday night, brought her home and put her to bed. She didn't have a fever and she fell asleep quickly after waiting up for me.
At 3:00 a.m. she stumbled into my bedroom and climbed in bed with me. I was ok with this since I knew she had been missing me a lot. I reached over to feel her and she was burning up. I found the thermometer and sure enough she had a 104.5 fever. I wasn't overly concerned when I got up to get the Motrin, until I realized we were out of medicine. No Motrin. No Tylenol. NOTHING.
I panicked. I wasn't sure what to do. I knew that we had to get some medicine in LG to bring her fever down so I bundled her up and off we went to Safeway at 3:30 a.m. LG thought it was the coolest thing ever and was a total trooper. Once we got home, I got some medicine in her and we got back in bed. It took me nearly an hour to get her back to sleep but finally she drifted off. I lay there with tears in my eyes. I know that I am strong. I am pretty damn tough, but on nights like this I realize just how venerable I am.
LG and I slept in until 8 a.m. which was GREAT for us. We spent the day snuggling on the couch together. The first thing I did when it was late enough was call my mom and thank her for all she has done over the years as a single mom. She also was without family and I am sure she had many nights like I am having. Makes me appreciate her so much more!