This photo was taken in healthier days. |
Has motherhood ever been featured on Dirty Jobs? If not, my 5-year-old would argue that it should be. Not that she’s ever seen the show, but she has had an up close and personal look at her mom’s dirty work.
Before I fell prey to the virulent bug, I hugged my sweet, sick girls and then proceeded to pick off chunks of food from the floor, their clothing, my clothing, their hair, my hair, and our couch. Madeline, my 5-year-old, stood by watching me clean up the scene and shook her head.
No sense sugarcoating it, especially when coated in vomit.
Now that we could actually piece together a relatively nice nursery, I’m wise enough to recognize that a pretty baby room is more for the parents than the child. Furthermore, since I’d selfishly rather have a nice kitchen over a Pottery Barn-inspired (read: expensive) nursery, we have a very simple space for our youngest and diverted our decorating funds to other areas. The room is nice enough, and it’s well-stocked with the most important thing – books and more books – but it’s nothing fancy, which suits me (a not-so-into-interior-design-diva) just fine.
In other dreams of motherhood, I never imagined that one day I’d be immersed in so much hazardous waste removal or that I’d be peed, pooped, and thrown up on. Nor did I realize all the occupational hazards I’d face as a mother. In this past year, I have suffered a bloody nose (after a wound up child popped up while I was hovering over her); a corneal abrasion that required a trip to the ER and an eye patch after my little nursling – AKA slasher – clawed me in the middle of the night; and a large contusion on my thigh that was as big and purple as an eggplant (this trauma was inflicted upon me when I was trying to take out my massive double jogging stroller from the back of my minivan).
“Because of you,” I said. “And your sisters.” She blinked, not entirely convinced, and I knew it wasn’t a perfect explanation probably because there isn’t one.
I sometimes I can’t explain it to myself. When I was nursing my toddler at 2:30 a.m., feeling dehydrated after spending the last hour throwing up, I felt tapped out. Then there was the rough day when a toilet overflowed and water flooded our basement (again) and kids were screaming and crying and hitting, and I was exhausted having been up most of the night with the first child to suffer the malady of the stomach bug. I admit I wasn’t particularly stoked about being a mom at that moment. I spent a good part of the morning barking orders and feeling sorry for myself.
Then one of my daughters plucked the tiniest white blossom from a plant in our yard and handed it to me. “I picked this flower for you.”
I examined the flower, its soft petals, its smallness, and fragility. I thanked her and gently closed my hand around it – this gift of measured grace, a reminder from my child and my God why it is so very worth it.
My girls pick me flowers all of the time, and it seems they frequently hand them to me when I need a pick-me-up the most.
There will be poop. There will be puke. There will be nights when you want to scream out in agony because you’re so exhausted. There may, sadly, be far worse: miscarriages, chronically sick children, lost sheep, all sorts of pain. I tell my new moms friends some of this, especially after a friend of mine once told me she wished that people would have been a little more honest about just how tough it was to have a newborn. I try to give moms who ask me what it’s like – being a mother – a healthy dose of realism.
But I tell them something else, too. Just as I told my daughter when she was appalled by my job of puke removal, I remind them (and myself at times) that there will be flowers, too. Tender, budding new life entrusted to you – YOU. And if you can look past your solipsism and the endless diaper changes, sleepless nights, tantrums, and the pokes in the eyeballs, you’ll see that while love hurts, sometimes very badly, it is what softens you; it is what opens the curtain to the most holy experience, a different kind of hard that never stops revealing that there will be pain that starts from the moment labor begins and sometimes sooner. But there will also be joy. And the joy will be greater than the pain.
And that is what makes it all worth it, my sweet, sweet girl.
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*Jess* says
That is the best photo ever!!! But I'm so sorry to hear that you guys were so sick! I'm hoping for a fast recovery for all of you!
Kristen @ St Monica's Bridge says
My husband once put on his facebook status that if a job description included that you would be peed on, vomited on, pooped on, endure sleepless nights, screaming on end (this was while the baby was teething) and fighting, would you take it? This morning as I pried two boys fighting over the same toy apart, I thought to myself, "I was going to have well behaved children who listened!" Thank you for sharing this, I think we all have moments of "why did I do this again?" but kids are sooo worth it and being blessed enough to be entrusted with their formation as humans is an awesome responsibility. Vomit-covered and all!
Kris says
That bug has been going around here like crazy. We (thankfully) have escaped so far – although I'm probably dooming myself as I write this!! Even the parents are not immune. Glad you're feeling better – try some white vinegar mixed with water and spray that on the car seat. I also read online to sprinkle the seats with baking soda (dry) and leave the rest of the box sitting in the car overnight. Vacuum up the baking soda and the odor should have been absorbed into it. Hope those work!!
Colleen says
Motherhood is worth it, of course…but vomitting has to be on the top of the list for worse part of the job. That, and lack of sleep. And usually they go together. Hope you feel better soon, and how nice of the kids grandparents risking their own health to come take care of you :)
NotaSupermom says
Eventually they stop puking on you but it corresponds to a time when they also won't talk to you.
I miss the puke.
Pat Gohn says
YUP! You just can't make this stuff up!
Many days really don't resemble those glossy parenting brochures… or at least the dreamy ideas we had before we were parents!
Man the Lyson and pass the saltines!
Hope you all are much better very soon!
Maggie says
Sigh… I swear you just reached into the depths of my soul, tears and frustrations and wrote this post just for me! I really needed to read this today!
Amy Webb says
Oh my gosh, I can so relate! The first time my little one puked on me, I swear it was a whole new introduction to motherhood. That's the stuff they don't put in those Johnson and Johnson commercials :) Both my husband and I got that bug too and it wiped us out. Makes you really appreciate those healthy days! Thanks for your writing.
Elizabeth Williams says
Kate,
I love this post and the flower bit made me tear up. What a sweet daughter.
When we moved east from the sunny west coast, my nine month old twins had virtually no immune system so they caught every single virus back-to-back. They would pass things to each other like a volleyball. Man, I'm so glad that phase is over! I think I used the below recipe on their car seats once a month for a year!:) Worked like a charm. It did make the fabric a little crunchy because of the baking soda but that went away after a few car rides.
Happy scrubbing and glad you're all feeling better!
1 qt. Hydrogen peroxide
1 small box baking soda
2 tbsp dawn dish soap
Mix and use a spray bottle to apply. Let sit for 20 minutes than scrub your heart out.
Rinse well.
Harmony says
For the odor: I haven't tried it on leather, but I love Anti Icky Poo. http://www.amazon.com/Anti-Icky-Poo-1-Gallon/dp/B000I6NF6W. It's amazing for all the worst smells and I have used it on a bunch of surfaces with no problems.
Catholic Mommy Brain says
We just had the flu too!!! I wouldn't have survived w/o mom and mother-in-law who have somehow both managed to remain unscathed. I hope my mom super powers increase with age….
Amy Caroline says
Glad to hear you are all better. This is a lovely post and a blessed reminder.
Emily J. says
The nice thing about being human is that you usually forget those painful times. I can only recall a few of the more memorable illnesses we've had. I do know that more than one of our carseats has been contaminated by vomit, but we have the cheap kind that have removable covers that can be thrown in the wash. But sometimes we just sprayed the seats with disinfectant and then hosed them down in the back yard. Once, after a long road trip during which both an infant and I were sick (I thought I would die before the ride ended), my husband hauled the stinking carseat out of the car and left it on the front porch when we got home after dark. Hearing the dog start howling at the door, we went to investigate and found a possum on the seat cleaning it up for us. A memorable moment.