Noro-Nightmare 2014 has been a painful, frustrating, and just plain gross test of endurance. Taking care of Noro-Nolan, just a couple of days after the worst of my personal Noropocalypse has been the fight of my life (I’ve led a sheltered life). I’m not ashamed to admit that the only reason I haven’t cried is because I can’t spare the fluids. It’s been awful.
But I’ve learned something about love
1. Love is a steroid – I had slept about three hours the night before Nolan got sick. Then at 11:00PM the top came of that kid and he turned into Linda Blair (as tempted as I am I won’t link to video of Exorcist vomiting scene). Every half-hour until 7:00AM. I didn’t sleep at all that night. Last night, just as we were getting ready for bed Nolan started to complain of his stomach again. I told Kristan, “I just can’t do another night”. But when The Exorcist 2 began…it wasn’t difficult.
When love is your motivation you push past your physical limits and do the work you know you need to do.
2. Love is a pretty girl – I’m not a risk-taker by nature. I don’t like breaking rules. Once in college, however, I jumped a fence and went swimming in a pool after hours. Why? Kristan asked me to. I wouldn’t jump off a bridge b/c my friends are jumping, but if Kristan told me to go for it…well…off I go.
I hate vomit as much as anyone. I don’t want to see it, smell it, or even hear it. It’s gross. But I love Nolan & love makes you do things you don’t want to do.
3. Love is a drug – As much as I have hated every moment of Noro-Nightmare 2014 I have enjoyed being able to serve. I have been able to show love to my son and to my wife (who we are trying to protect from getting sick). I have found myself (perhaps b/c of all the extra time from not sleeping) looking for ways to show love to others. I don’t want to clean any more vomit…but I find myself wanting to make people smile.
** So, there ya go Kristan – this is me taking your advice and trying to “be positive”