Last week of May, it was a Friday when the school principal called us that our daughter was sick. My husband fetched my daughter after lunch to go home and I fetched my son in the afternoon as he continued the last day of school for that week.
The next day, Saturday, my son got sick. My daughter was able to recover a little. My son got high fever, he vomit, and had bleeding nose on a Monday. I thought he would recover on a Sunday.
My husband and my in-laws went to the South of France on a Sunday to attend an interment of an important person of their lives. The kids were not allowed which is fine because we shouldn't introduce our kids about death. They don't know how to process about that kind of emotion.
I gave paracetamol to my son but he was getting worse. My husband called the emergency to speak to the medical team in French. The ambulance arrived at 1 AM. I had to bring both of my kids with me to the hospital.
We only stayed overnight as the doctor said he only needed to take paracetamol. It was the first time I was alone to bring a child to the hospital. My daughter was scared of what was happening.
We went home by taxi, I don't speak the French language but the hospital processed everything. The taxi driver picked us up in our hospital room.
I was comparing that I could not experience the kind of convenience if that happened to me in the Philippines. Although one advantage is that I could be surrounded by relatives, I wouldn't be alone. But the health care system in the Philippines is not the same as in France.
I felt sad that my kids got sick. After the trip to the hospital, I got sick and I'm still sick until now for more than two weeks already.
Even though I was sick I still continue to do the house chores. When my husband and the in-laws arrived, I took a rest and sleep.
That's when I told myself, it's time for me to slow down. I quit searching for online jobs. I need to focus on my kids and do house chores. It's not easy to be a stay-at-home mama but that's life.