
I'm having a wobbly week - you know, one of those weeks where you've got 'The Fear' constantly. I'm not sure what kicked it off but I've just been ultra-worried about my daughter and the dreaded day when she catches a stomach bug. What are my main worries with this? Ha, how long have you got?! Well, my other half and I have an agreement that he will look after her if she gets ill but...
Worry 1) What if it happens during the day while he's at work. It's bound to happen at some point and I'll have to deal with it. I can't stand seeing it or hearing it so trying to comfort an upset, vomiting child is going to give me a heart attack.
Worry 2) What if I'm not able to keep calm and comfort her and not make a big deal out of it. I really, really more than anything don't want her to end up with my phobia and surely that's exactly what will happen if I show even the slightest bit of panic when she gets ill. Which I will. I want to be able to be casual and matter-of-fact about it so she sees it as merely an unpleasant experience that one has to go through every now and again.
Worry 3) The 48 hour wait. It's a given that if you are exposed to a stomach bug, that you'll experience symptoms within 48 hours, if you're unlucky enough to catch it. So if my daughter (or my other half, for that matter) get ill, I'll have an agonising wait, counting down the seconds until I fall ill myself. Not leaving the house in case it strikes while I'm out; not eating anything in case it strikes; analysing every little stomach gurgle or feeling of mild nausea... and probably psychosomaticising symptoms!
Worry 4) Looking after my daughter while I'm ill myself. How on earth do single mums do this? These kind of bugs knock you flat so how on earth do you even leave your bed (or the bathroom!) to look after a child.
To top it all off, I was walking through town with a friend and our little ones and I saw some vomit on the floor, I wheeled the buggy as far away from it as possible but then I noticed a kid next to it, coughing and it dawned on me this kid had just done it. PHOBIA OVERDRIVE! I am now on the 48 hour wait - I have it in my head that possible particles flew through the air and might have landed on me or my daughter and we will get ill. I mean, who thinks like that?! I am MENTAL.
I just want to be able to enjoy my daughter, and enjoy being a mum but this bastard phobia is always in the back of my mind, ruining everything.


