Thankfully, it wasn't a very serious bout of flu & fever, and by Wednesday, Glory had more or less recovered.
So on Wednesday night, she decided to celebrate.
By staying up all night. Talking, singing, pointing and clapping.
She exclaimed at the shadows cast on the walls, and marvelled at the carvings on our bed. She waved and said hey-oh to the fan/ window/ shadows (Note: Hey-oh means hello in Glorish, coz i think she can't make the "L" sound yet). She peered into our faces and gave us silly grins, and grabbed our noses whenever we dared to look like we were sleepy.
Which is fine and fun, when you are a baby and can take naps the next day to make up for the overnight partying.
But not when you are working mummy, who is herself recovering from flu, making another baby in her womb, dealing with back pains and a strange stitches-like pain in the side, trying to do exam revisions with classes of boys who do not seem to think much of the exams. (Or of anything, for that matter. But that's another story for another day.) And having no lunch because the only break i had coincided with the students' recess - which meant the canteen was too crowded and boisterous for a belly-toting preggy.
Anyway, by the end of Thursday, i was exhausted and miserable.
"I'm so tired," i told munch when he got into the car.
And i started to cry.
So he drove me to the spa! =)
There's just something about being alone in a darkened room, with soft music and bubbling water. The feel of the warm water, the soothing jets. Having no other duties for the next two hours but to lie back and relax, enjoying the soothing strokes of the masseuse, basking in the dreamy zone of drifty consciousness. Aaaahhhhh.....
Was much better after that.
"So was that my Mother's Day present from Glory?" i asked, as we made our way back.
It wasn't.
Ha, more good things to come!
See, sometimes, a good cry has more upsides than we know.
=)
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