Our family’s recent and first experience with COVID reminded me what’s truly important in life.
Yes, the dreaded COVID finally hit our family and I was a single parent for nearly two weeks.
Shortly after my sister’s funeral during the holidays, our family was longing for respite. No more bad news, please.
A few days later, the hubby came down with cold and flu symptoms and a fever – and a test confirmed he had COVID.
While I had no symptoms, I tested the next day to be safe. It showed a faint second line, meaning I had it too.
We kept T home until we were sure he had no symptoms and we tested him before we sent him back to school.
A lifetime of watching zombie apocalypse movies prepped me for this moment.
We immediately isolated the hubby in our bedroom and I slept in our guest room. We all masked indoors and I kept my interaction with T to a minimum until I tested negative two days after my positive test.
Still exhausted and processing from my sister’s funeral, I was extra sensitive of death and a part of me worried about the worst case scenario for the hubby.
I went into caregiver mode – sending reminders to the hubby to drink water and medicine, waking up at night to remind him to drink water, to take his temperature and to make sure he didn’t have breathing issues.
The hardest part for me was for 13 straight days, I did all of the hubby’s tasks, like dropping T off at school, doing T’s bath, and getting no breaks on the weekends.
It was exhausting! But you know what, I enjoyed the extra bonding time with T. Getting to play with him, see his morning routine and friends at school, meeting his CYW.
It reinforced to me about all that matters in life – our loved ones.
It reminded me about the things we often take for granted – second nature routines – like all the tasks my hubby does that I never worry about.
T was so good and empathetic. He was and still is a needy child, but I also saw his appreciation and care for his Daddy and I.
And to the single parents – some of whom are bloggers I follow and admire – kudos to you for doing this every single day!
Last Friday, I took a solo lunch break at our local mall’s food court. The hubby finally tested negative and I treated myself to this hearty bowl of ramen with chicken karage on the side.
Later that afternoon, as I drove T home from daycare, I shared the happy news that daddy was finally free of COVID.
T let out the loudest cheer and scream and almost bounced out of his seat.
When we drove up the driveway, he could not have ran out of the car fast enough.
His daddy was waiting at the door and after not hugging or much interaction for 13 days, they gave each other a long tight hug that seemed to last for a lifetime.