I don’t have time to write a post today because Mae is sick, the sickest she’s ever been in her eight months, and it’s just pitiful. She can barely breathe due to the congestion and she’s got a rattling cough. Her left eye is leaking fluid from being so stuffed up. I want to make it all better, and I can’t. I am doing all the things: humidifier, nose suction, etc, etc, but it still just sucks, and I keep thinking about the moms of children who are really sick, probably not going to ever get better sick, and I can’t fathom it. I know it’s one of those things that you just do when you’re in it, because what’s the alternative? But it still must take a level of strength that I don’t know yet.
So here’s an article from Slate about mothering a terminally ill child. This must be the hardest work on the face of the earth, but many mothers do it.