Soemtimes it feels like the only reason we have school holidays is so that F can fit in her “get sick” time and not miss school.
Every holiday contains some days of sickness. Every one.
This December was no exception, except that it started with S. She got 5th disease, otherwise known as slapped cheek syndrome.
S was a bit itchy, achy, cried more easily but otherwise was actually kind of okay. I would describe her as being a bit off for a few days.
Then F got it. It just hid her harder. Because she is actually ill almost all the time, any other illness can really put her out of action.
She had to take to her bed, couldn’t keep on playing.
THEN she got impetigo on top. How cruddy is that? (pun intended).
My heart ached and I didn’t know what to say as she cried in bed, not understanding why S only got a bit of a rash but she, F, was sick in bed, with painful, itchy, sores all over her face.
You see, she knows. She sees the difference. She does always get sicker than her little sister. Than anyone else.
And she knows that it means that she has to miss out on fun, playing and parties. Not her brother, Not her sister. Only she misses out.
My heart still aches and I still don’t know what to say to that.
p.s. she didn’t scratch her impetigo sores, not once. She had them all over her lip and chin, really like a beard. And she didn’t scratch them once. She is my hero.