When a Mommy gets sick

Today I took Isabella to her 15 month checkup, then we met Monte for lunch, then we ran errands for most of the rest of the day, all with a fever, headache, and sore throat. The weird thing is that before Isabella was born I probably would have called in sick to work, and spent the entire day curled up on the couch watching movies, feeling sorry for myself, . . . And honestly, today I didn't even realize I felt that bad until now, when Isabella is in bed and I have a chance to think about it, and take my temp, otherwise I probably wouldn't have spread my germs around everywhere today. Isn't it funny how things change once you have kids? I told Monte tonight, "Mommy's aren't supposed to get sick." And when I think back on my childhood, I can't remember a single time that my mom was sick, and I'm sure she was! All I remember is her taking such good care of me when I was sick. The only thing I care about is not getting Isabella and Monte sick. There is so much going around right now, and Isabella's only ever been sick twice (although the bout after her birthday lasted a couple of weeks) . I guess what I'm trying to get at is that I'm realizing more and more what this parenting thing is all about . . . sacrifice, and not because I have to, because I want to.