Will was worse today. His poor little nose is constantly running, he has a productive wet cough, and as a result of how crappy all that feels, he had a restless, wakeful night (I have a feeling tonight could be like this, too). He’s not running a fever and the diarrhea has abated, so there really isn’t anything to do but treat the symptoms and wait it out. We’re thinking of giving it another day or so and then re-assessing whether it’s worth another trip to the pediatrician. Poor little man!
What is hardest about him being sick is that it is both difficult for me to leave the house and difficult to be here. He wants me, there is no subsistute for Mommy, and I do not want to leave a crying child with anyone. Josefina has been wonderful. Somehow, I still managed to get a decent amount of work done today. The times when both of us watched him gave me an opportunity to ask her about herself, which proved to be a wonderful conversation. Still, it is difficult to strike a balance with a sick kid and puts a lot of strain on her since she so wants to help him, as well as help Paul and me.
Adventures today: finalizing private spanish classes for Paul and I, meeting to help with the PRISMA proposal that the med student here is working on, and meeting her cousin and friend who are visiting (they work in the film industry), using Skype (works great), and being asked to cut in the front of the line at the bank by virtue of my pregnant state. (This was the same in Honduras — pregnant women are ushered first in line as a curtesy.)
Being here is wonderful for my thinking and focus. Even with everything going on, as Elizabeth reminded me when she called, being abroad is the best medicine for a clouded mind. I am getting much clearer on the questions I am interested in asking and beginning to get a sense of how to apply my questions on the ground. It feels right to be here now and I am so happy that I have Paul and Will supporting me through it.
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