While living in the Ozarks, we owned a home which had been refurbished from near ruin by the previous owners. Built in the late 1880s, it was the perfect home for a family with four children and a big, black Labrador. Best of all, the kids had plenty of room upstairs while mom and dad had plenty of room downstairs except when someone had the flu.
When unexpectedly awakened early in the morning by a ringing phone, I can’t help thinking it is someone bearing bad news. I mean, everyone knows, good news is never announced before the crack of dawn.
Last Saturday morning, the Madden phone rang just past 7, which for us is early on the weekend. Regardless, I had had a long, restless night trying to sleep in the upstairs bedroom of our baby girl, who was recovering from a weeklong case of the flu.
The best I can recall is hearing the phone ring at least four times before Coach answered it.
I must have dozed right off again because the next thing I remember is hearing Coach in the upstairs hallway outside baby girl’s bedroom.
“Is everything alright?” I asked.
“Where’s the thermometer?”
“Thermometer? Who was on the phone?”
“Clara. She isn’t feeling well,” Coach said referring to our older daughter.
“But, WHO WAS ON THE PHONE?” I asked yet again.
“Clara.”
“Clara?” I thought, trying to figure out why in the world she would call her daddy on the phone while they were both in the same house.
“She called from her cell phone to tell me she isn’t feeling well and wanted some orange juice,” he said. “I want to take her temperature.”
“I think the thermometer is on the den coffee table,” I explained as I unfolded myself out of baby girl’s bed and made my way down the hall to Clara’s bedroom.
“You ok, honey?” I asked as I kissed her forehead the mama way to check for fever.
I must have dozed right off again because the next thing I remember is hearing Coach in the upstairs hallway outside baby girl’s bedroom.
“Is everything alright?” I asked.
“Where’s the thermometer?”
“Thermometer? Who was on the phone?”
“Clara. She isn’t feeling well,” Coach said referring to our older daughter.
“But, WHO WAS ON THE PHONE?” I asked yet again.
“Clara.”
“Clara?” I thought, trying to figure out why in the world she would call her daddy on the phone while they were both in the same house.
“She called from her cell phone to tell me she isn’t feeling well and wanted some orange juice,” he said. “I want to take her temperature.”
“I think the thermometer is on the den coffee table,” I explained as I unfolded myself out of baby girl’s bed and made my way down the hall to Clara’s bedroom.
“You ok, honey?” I asked as I kissed her forehead the mama way to check for fever.
“I’m burning up,” she said.
“You sure are,” I agreed. “But, did you really just now call daddy on your cell phone and ask him to bring you some juice?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Ah, the age of technology,” I said with a laugh. “You must be feeling really bad then, right?”
“I’m aching all over.”
By this time, her younger brother was up and sort of awake due to the commotion.
“Is everything ok?” he mumbled as he entered the room.
“Yes, but Clara’s running fever,” I replied. “You had the thermometer last night, didn’t you?”
“It’s right here,” he said giving it to me.
“How are you feeling?” I asked him.
“Awful.”
“Good grief,” I said. “Get back to bed. I want everyone resting all day today.”
And then with a little relish announced, “And no one is going to school on Monday.”
“Funny, mama, you know there’s no school on Monday,” Clara said.
“Just checking to see if you’re paying attention.”
Later, after checking on baby girl and making sure her siblings were resting comfortably, I returned to the warmth of my own bed downstairs.
To date, three Maddens have had the flu while Coach and I wait our turn.
In the meantime, we are getting plenty of rest, drinking lots of fluids, and, most important, keeping our cell phones close at hand.
“Funny, mama, you know there’s no school on Monday,” Clara said.
“Just checking to see if you’re paying attention.”
Later, after checking on baby girl and making sure her siblings were resting comfortably, I returned to the warmth of my own bed downstairs.
To date, three Maddens have had the flu while Coach and I wait our turn.
In the meantime, we are getting plenty of rest, drinking lots of fluids, and, most important, keeping our cell phones close at hand.