When I became a Mama, I knew that I would become the chief bottle washer and diaper changer. I knew I would become a karaoke machine, singing Bjorn to sleep. I knew I would become a maid, a (literal) cow and a budget analyst.
I just didn't realize I would become a nurse. I didn't know that I would have to diagnose. I didn't know that sick is not cut and dry - sick doesn't show up as a raging fever or a crying monster. It doesn't always throw up gallons or cry rivers of yellow snot. (Painting a pretty picture, eh?)
I knew that my kiddo would get sick. I knew that sometimes I would have to miss work not because I was sick, but because he is.
What I didn't know is that sometimes "sick" is entirely subjective.
Is coughing, but with no fever, too sick to send a kid to daycare?
Does a gurgling chest congestion mean that I shouldn't fly halfway across the country because it is very possible that in a few hours, I will get a call from Mrs. Daycare to pick him up?
It seems that quite often, sick is too sick for daycare but not too sick to go to the doctor.
Maybe it's different because of my job. I can't just cart him off to Mrs. Daycare's, get a call in three hours and pick him up. By that time, I'm in Buffalo and the next flight gets me home nine hours later.
What do you do when your kidlet gets sick? Do you go to work and hope for the best? Stay at home a day or two to watch him? And if there is no fever, but cough, congestion and that nasty yellow nose, is he really sick? Is sick only a fever?