Father of the Year

Sick Teghan

If you have been on Facebook lately, you already know how our last few days have been. Teghan has been miserable. Dave has been amazing. And me? I have been in hiding, waiting for the moment I catch the stomach virus that will make me confront my greatest fear in the world- throwing up.

It’s not a joke. It is the one thing I cannot get past in spite of all logic. It is a completely irrational fear that I have always had. I am 36 years old, and I have experienced the act of vomiting only once as an adult. Which, as you can imagine, makes the whole idea freak me out even more.

What this also means is that I am not winning any awards as parent of the year right now. Dave certainly deserves one; but I, on the other hand, have become like a second patient for him. My only solace is that Teghan is really easy to supervise at the moment. She hasn’t left the couch or bed except to use the bathroom, and sometimes not even then. She has been sleeping most hours of the day. The only real work comes when she gets sick- and let’s face it, I was never going to be the one cleaning up those messes (panic attack or not).   Continue reading