What are one of your biggest fears being parent? Mine? The thought of my 9 month old getting sick.
She has yet to be sick, and to walk into a friends house to realize their 7 month old was sick, scared me! I about ran for the door. As a first time mom that thought popped into my head immediately. I looked at my husband, who always plays it cool, looking for a solution. Just to watch him walk outside casually with his buddy. We were then stuck inside, stuck with this poor little sick child who I didn’t want near my child. I had to find a way out, and fast.
Our daughter had just turned 8 months and I did not want to risk her getting sick. Play it cool, that’s what I kept telling myself. I put my daughter on the floor, trying to be nice but far enough away from the little boy without being rude. I couldn’t help but think “Why didn’t they tell us?” Discretely, I sent texts to my husband options. His first text back was that I could leave. I know he didn’t want our daughter to get sick but I didn’t want to be rude. Even though it was rude for them not to tell us their child was sick. What was I going to do?
I did my best to keep my daughter away from the little boy. I got on the floor and played with my daughter and would also turn to try and play with the little boy. While doing so, it happened, my daughter grabbed one of his toys and stuck it right in her mouth. I was speechless, it all happened in slow motion. Instead of pulling the toy right out of her mouth, which I should have. I grabbed one of her toys from the diaper bag and gave it to her. She seemed content but then another thing happened, the other mom went to the bathroom. This was my chance, I grabbed my child; wiped down her face, hands and anything else I could.
As I thought that was perfect timing, our friend and my husband came inside with the food. They got our plates ready, my husband fixed me up 2 tacos and held our daughter as I ate. I told our friends that it was getting late, I hate to eat and run, but it was getting to be our daughters bedtime. And just like that I packed up our stuff and we were home bound.
As I think back on the whole situation I realized that as a mom I should have spoke up and I shouldn’t feel bad about it. I should have grabbed my daughter and kept her closer. In the end everything was okay and thankfully our daughter did not get sick.
