In the past two weeks, I’ve changed my mind about snuggling with sick kids. I don’t want to be sick, so we don’t share silverware, we wash our hands frequently, and people sometimes remember to cover their mouths when they cough. Despite the care I took to not catch my kids’ bug, I ended up with a miserable cold. All my precautions were for naught.
That led me to re-think my stance. Nobody wants to be nagged. I want my home to be a pleasant place to live. For the most part, I think it is – except for infection control – when I turn into a different person. If I’m going to get sick regardless of what I do, the least I can do is make the circumstances as pleasant as possible.
As I’ve sat here coughing my lungs out, I realized that people don’t always recover. The biologics have a warning on them stating explicitly that sometimes people die from infections contracted while taking these medications. If, at some point, I don’t recover, I don’t want whichever kid gave me those germs to forever feel guilty about it. That is what would happen with normal kids, and while I happen to be biased and think that my kids are extraordinary people, I recognize that they’re very normal people with normal feelings. It would be awful for them to go the rest of their lives thinking that my getting sick and dying was their fault.
In my house, things will be different. Infection control will now be taught when people are healthy, not sick, so that when the next round hits, everyone understands how to minimize the spread of germs. One tool we’ll be using is the Henry The Hand website (thanks, Dr. S.), and I’ll come up with some other ideas, too.
And I’ll gladly enjoy every chance I have to hold my kids, regardless of whether they’re sick or healthy.