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Urgh. So I'm officially on day three of being ill, not the best way to start the new month but F's super virus seems to have floored me. After having sniffles and a sore throat on monday, I went through shivers, chills and a fever before calling in the big guns to help. Yep, I called my mum. Just as F had been reaching out to me for comfort and love, having me mop his brow during his fever, I realised how much I needed mine.
So yesterday at crazy o'clock in the morning, I feebly reached for the phone and being the super mum she is, she arrived with her arms full of healthy soups and treats to make me well again. I wonder whether my boy will reach for the phone in the same way? Would he ever need that motherly comfort in adulthood? It's funny to think how my role will change as he grows into a man, and I wonder whether I'll ever be ready for it.
After spending most of yesterday in bed while F and nanny hung out, I'm now feeling significantly better. Not well but hopefully not far off, as I have a date night planned courtesy of the husband and a weekend away with friends in London. As the house has been stocked up with fresh fruit, juices, lentils, vegetables and herbal drinks, me and F are planning on chilling at home, eating well and staying cosy.