“The Fever, the Fear, and the Calm”
For the past few weeks, my younger one has been falling ill on and off. Whenever she’s unwell, this strange fear grips my heart. Fear — that she will be unwell for the next few days. Fear — that she might have caught some big infection. Fear — that I won’t be able to sleep well and will end up roaming around like a homeless person. And I start to operate in that fear. I lose my rhythm and I’m just not present. It’s like someone pushed the pause button — everything around me turns blurry, and all I can think of is that my daughter is sick. This fear grew so big that I couldn’t sleep, and I was roaming around like a zombie for days. Until one day, I had to put my foot down and say no to it. I sat myself down and had this talk: Nancy, you’ve been through a lot, and this too shall pass. It’s just a fever. All you have to do is be with your daughter and take care of her. Give her the calm comfort she expects from you — not your fear. And yes, I calmed down. Operating in fear is never ideal ...