Last week, all five of us came down with the flu — quite a week! Though our family has had far more severe medical situations to deal with than the flu, we've never before been ill all at once.
(Especially tricky since we live in the middle of nowhere, rural Italy, and have no doctor or no help whatsoever nearby) (Also, note that I had my flu shot, as I do each year, because of the middle of nowhere with no help location, and I can't afford to fall ill and out of commission).
The day I came down with aches, chills and the rest of the flu package, Tom and Rebecca had already had high fevers for a couple of days. This was no time to lie in bed, as Rebecca had to be taken to the doctor (we need to be extra careful, because of her medical history). Also, the boys had to be picked up early from school. They'd been totally healthy that morning, but had deteriorated during the day; big boy complained of a bad headache and feeling "really dumbed down," which he wasn’t sure was due to taking a two hour philosophy test on Kant, or an advancing case of flu.
I don't know how I got through that day or the next, until Tom started feeling better. While we were all ill, sweet teas somehow got made, the thermometer passed around, medicines administered, ice packs prepared, the fire fed ... I don't remember any of the particulars, but somehow we managed, because parents, all parents, me and you and all of us parents, are super parents and - however sick - we do have an amazing ability to find that last ray of energy, and use it to help our children.