So when you’re watching Netflix, whether it be a documentary or perhaps a fictional medieval drama movie/show, sometimes the writers choose to hit on the topic of children getting sick and dying.
Woah Jord, morbid.
Yeah, it happened. Before modern medicine, children had a rough go of it in terms of survival. Thank God that these aren’t those times. This wonderful President’s Day awarded Sara and I with a precious three-day weekend that didn’t cost vacation time. We had plans.
Perhaps a date night, go see a movie (or even two!?). Perhaps just a night alone. I think we would have both settled for doing our own thing and squaring away a few projects that have been backlogged.
Lionel contracted RSV. Bless this child who has a knack for catching every disease he’s presented with. They say that what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger. And since Lionel’s still kicking like a champ, he’s likely to grow up to a big strong man. But for now, RSV sucked our weekend dry.
And I’m not even mad or upset.
It has been quite a blessing to be so close to Lionel the whole weekend, especially after being gone last weekend. Sara and I traded him back and forth for intense cuddle sessions while the other either relaxed or tackled a project.
Sara’s projects will come with more posts. But I hung my computer monitor in my “man-nook,” cleaned the space up some, and did a bit of organization. I also shoveled twice (snow!) and tried my best to tackle some of the chores that we normally do on the weekends.
So it wasn’t all lost. But so much was gained. Lionel was struggling, since RSV is a virus that attacks on all levels. Ears, throat, eyes, nose, boom. This disease is especially dangerous in infants, and to adults, it’s no worse than the common cold. Lionel is fighting ear infections, another battle with a pink eye type episode, fevers, a mean cough, a runny nose and overall lethargy.
But in his weak state, he’s been a real trooper. Some day he’ll grow up, and he won’t ever need us in the way he needed us this weekend (and for the rest of the week – he can’t go to daycare for a few days).
While the weekend was lost, plans forgotten, I still found a deep appreciation for what it means to be a father. He found comfort when he was close to Sara or I. In the few moments in between cuddles, he reached for either one of us with a deep sense of need. It was powerful.
There’s a real appreciation for life that we, today, in our great country get to overlook and undervalue. Viruses, diseases, and bacteria in the past used to be incredibly debilitating and life-threatening. Those threats still exist, but due to medical advancements, education and so many other things that I’m probably not aware of, all I lost so far is a few days here or there.
I can’t express my appreciation for it all in appropriate words. Being a dad is incredibly fulfilling; the fulfillment I feel does not cease to end. The sacrifices always seem so minor compared to the benefits, and that was proven true once again this weekend.