Winter. The merciless beast. I thought we were going pretty well health wise this year...and then August struck. All five of us have been down for the count this past week. In true Murphy's law style, the three littlies fell ill on the same night...while Scott was away for work in Cairns for a few days. So the usual bedlam that is my life these days, has been taken to new heights of chaos. Then of course two days later, I succumbed to a sinus infection...same day Scott returned home...with a cold. Compared with this time last year though, I should probably count my lucky stars that my body is my own. August 2013 is a month I'd like to put as far to the back of my mind as I can. Those early days of pregnancy were not kind. At all. Morning sickness and the flu are a fairly punishing combination. So when things have overwhelmed me during our bout of bleugh, I've reminded myself that it could be worse.
As for being a third time seasoned Mama when it comes to illness, I'm afraid I still don't cope well that first time my precious bubba spikes a fever. Or cries out uncontrollably. all. night. Or doesn't feed with the insatiable appetite she normally has. In fact, I struggle when any of my chickens are not one hundred percent, sparking on all plugs. I'm thinking that's just a Mama thing. One of the clauses in the contract we never signed. Needless to say I am quietly counting down the days to warm, Summery goodness and seeing the back of flu season and all it's associated lurgies.