My poor baby girl has been ill with a yucky virus for a few days. It’s been a while since she’s been that sick. Mama (that’s me) has been cooped up in the house for ten whole days as this virus picked us all off one by one starting with my husband. Is it just me or is it always worse when a man is sick? Anyway, I nursed him back to health and then just as he was getting better, my son comes in the room and throws up everywhere. Gee thanks, bub. Just what we need. He basically slept for 2-3 days straight, whined for a while, and then got up and said, “Hey I all better.”
I should have known better, but I thought my daughter and I had escaped the dreaded sickies. I had disinfected the entire house, stripped all the beds, diffused my best essential oils throughout the house. I thought we had conquered it. We even had one full day that no one was ill. I now see that it was God’s grace that we had Monday sick free because my son was getting speech evaluated that day. We have been waiting since April to get him tested so it was very important that we made that appointment.
Monday night rolls around and I felt it coming. Achiness began creeping all over my body as I laid in bed snuggling with my hubby before going to sleep. Noooooooo! I was next!
Tuesday morning, I felt awful. Full on body aches, headache, and scratchy throat. We had homeschool co-op that morning and we were having Christmas parties in the classrooms, so I planned to drug myself and plow through for my daughter. She was nearly in tears when I told her mommy wasn’t feeling well. I took some Advil, got up to get dressed, and within five minutes I was back in bed. I just couldn’t do it. The bed was drawing me back in like a moth to a flame. My body was fighting with my head over what should be done. I had been defeated, but I wasn’t going down without a fight.
Vitamin C, zinc, vitamin D, apple cider vinegar, garlic, echinachea, thieves oil, herbal teas, and water water water. I was determined to kick this thing and quickly! My husband was at work and we all know moms don’t really get sick days. I have to say, my kids are awesome at entertaining themselves and getting the neccessities like getting their own water or getting snacks like grapes or crackers. As self sufficient as they can be at three and six, they still had to be fed breakfast and lunch, which required me to pry myself out of bed.
Believe it or not, the next day I was all better. One day down is not that bad! Little did I know it was a good thing I was back on my feet because almost as soon as I got better, the last member of our family went down. She started out strong in the morning but quickly deteriorated by mid morning with fever, body aches, the whole nine yards. Ah bummer. It got her too.
Her fever climbed to 103, so I called our dr. We took her in to make sure it wasn’t the flu or anything more serious. He confirmed my suspicions, just a yucky virus, but even yucky viruses can do some damage.
Nothing sounded good to her while she was sick. All of her favorites, she requested to eat, but when she took that first bite, she would turn up her nose and claim that it tasted yucky. Poor baby girl. She had one request for when she got better. Hot chocolate. Not just any hot chocolate, but hot chocolate made with mommy’s chocolate syrup. “Mom, when I’m 100%, can you please make me some hot chocolate?”
“Of course, baby, of course.”
She’s still not 100%, but it’s waiting for her when she does get all better. In the mean time, I thought I would share my chocolate syrup recipe with you. It’s good mixed with ice cold milk for chocolate milk, in warmed milk for hot chocolate, or on top of ice cream for a sundae. If you’re like me, I even like it by the spoonful.
- ¾ cup maple syrup or sugar
- ⅔ cup cocoa powder
- ⅔ cup water
- ¼ tsp sea salt
- ½ tsp vanilla
- In a small saucepan, whisk together maple syrup, cocoa powder, water, and salt.
- As it thickens, whisk occassionally.
- When it comes to a boil, remove from heat and add vanilla.
- Refrigerate until ready to use. It will continue to thicken in the fridge.