Yesterday was a big day in our house as we celebrated Sonzee's baby brother's first birthday (officially it is Wednesday, although I am still in denial how that much time has flown by already), and her biggest brother had his final championship game for ice hockey (that we did not anticipate his team qualifying for). It was a jam packed day, but filled will the typical chaos that comes with life of multiple kids; except for the fact that overshadowing it all was that Sonzee has been sick since Friday with the medically complex version of a common cold and she spent the entire weekend in her room, missing it all.
The saddest part was not even the fact that she was missing from the festivities or that she won't be in any of the pictures from the day, or that she spent the entire weekend rotating pain/fever medications and having constant seizures (which is not her typical "sick routine"). The saddest and worst part of the entire situation was that, I have come to expect this in our life. The disappointment and sting was not as strong as it once was. This has happened so many times, it is now part of our typical. I was just beyond thankful this was one of the Sunday's she happened to have her nurse, so she could stay home and in her room to rest quietly and neither Sam or myself had to miss out on the festivities. Despite the normalcy of the situation lies still a blanket of guilt.
Guilt that it is okay for us to go on our day without her present. Guilt that we are used to it. Guilt that there was relief in having her nurse care for her. Guilt that life continued to go on without her being there with us in the same room. Guilt that I didn't cry over the situation. Guilt that it was better for her to spend the day in her room and not with the rest of us. Guilt that this is her life. Guilt that there is nothing we can really do to help her. There is just so much guilt.
I was partially proud of myself for not letting the situation get the best of me, but partially upset that I didn't. It continues to be a common recurrence, especially as she gets older and each time I am unsure what reaction is right. I know nothing about our life is really normal, so there is "not really a right"...but it all seems to wrong.
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