Yesterday The Munch had a really high fever. I think fevers are kind of freaky. I find it terrifying that your body is boiling from the inside, yet you are freezing on the outside. It is like an evil paradox from another dimension of torment. If I were ever in a hard-core metal band I would call it The Freaky Fevers and have a girl bassist, and a kangaroo on the keys. Just saying.
I knew I was in for a night of suffering with my sick Munchee – not just hers, but mine as well. I could tell when I put her to bed that The Munch was going to be up all night. She was just such a sweaty mess that there was no way she was going to sleep peacefully.
She woke up about 3 times between 8:30 and 11. I would have to rock her back to sleep, holding her close to my chest, which was a lot like cuddling a warm squid. Eventually I would get her back in her own bed, but she would wake up again calling for me. At around 1:30 I couldn’t take getting up anymore, so I brought her into my bed.
Sleeping with a toddler is a lot like sleeping with the enemy. They kick, steal all the covers, and will only lie in the middle of the bed so you have about 6 inches for yourself. Plus she was blistering hot and I was worried about her. It was hard not to feel consumed by anxiety and feeling calm about the fact that she was on fire… and not in a fun Alicia Keys kind of way. It would take me forever to fall asleep, and when I finally would, The Munch would wake up again crying because she felt like bear shit. But strangely she had very refined manners in this state of intense illness.
Munch: Mamma, please cuddle me. I don’t feel well.
Toni: Okay, would you like some water?
Munch: No thank you Mamma.
Toni: Do you want to lie on my tummy?
Munch: Yes please Mamma. Thank you.
At one point at around 4:00 am she woke up very upset and confused. I couldn’t console her, and she seemed really distraught. I brought her back into her room to rock her, and after 20 minutes, finally brought her back into my bed. Once The Munch realized she was in my room she started to panic, so I put her on my tummy yet again. I had assumed her episode was because her fever got intense, but I guess something else had been going on.
Munch: Mamma, what were those things?
Munch: What were those black things in your room. They were really scary.
Toni: What black things?
Munch: They were in your room and they scared me. One was over there, and the other was close to us, by the bed.
Toni: I didn’t see any black things. Where you dreaming? Did you have a nightmare?
Munch: Where those things real, or pretend.
Toni: They were pretend sweetie. I think you were dreaming.
Munch: They were really scary. They scared me a lot. But they didn’t scare you. I started to cry, and that scared them too. But Mamma wasn’t scared.
Toni: I am now.
Toni: Nothing sweetie. Don’t worry okay. They were just pretend.
Munch: Those things scared Munchee a lot.
Toni: You don’t have to be scared. They were just pretend.
Munch: They weren’t real?
Toni: No, I promise
Munch: Maybe they were a tiny bit real, but mostly pretend? Like a little real, but a lot pretend?
Toni: You are probably right.
Yeah, so no way I was going to sleep after that! I felt like I was in the movie The Ring. My child was seeing inter-dimensional demons that were going to eat my brain. What the hell were those black things in my room!