There ain't no fakin' when a man needs bacon

  As a parent it is important to conduct the family business and or pace of life like normal when a child gets sick. Even though your heart goes out to them and you get a little sick yourself feeling bad for them, it is good for them to see that everything is going along like always and when they return to action the good old same old will be there waiting.
  That sounds great but if you're like me, and I know I am, the complete fucking opposite happens. As a stay at home dad for three sons, all still in diapers, having just one sick makes my world start spinning in a direction that has me sweating out last nights beer and this mornings coffee, by nine a.m. So when the pediatrician said the word 'pneumonia' yesterday my heart, face and mind melted all at once. My skinny three and a half year old, vaccinated blondie with pneumonia! I was shocked.
  I'm no stranger to holding my kids down while they get a needle and he's a tough little dude, but this was a big one for a big illness so by the time it was over we were both overwhelmed and exhausted for the rest of the day. But of course there is two more that need care and that whole daily grind thing, where exhausted mommy has to go back to work. I played two gigs over the weekend which left me struggling for the extra energy but we proceeded to finish up the day the best we could.
   Where am I going with all of this? Well when kids get sick and nature takes them down and they lose appetite and weight and we lose our minds worrying, it always turns to the issue of getting them to eat and stay hydrated. So when they start showing that one first sign that they are going to be alright, it becomes your shining beacon at the end of the tunnel.
   So this morning after two hours of Isaac screaming ouchie and me sinking into despair, I made myself start my own breakfast when all my attempts to help him had been shunned. Suddenly twenty minutes later, as the scent of sizzling bacon filled the air like the call of the wild, I heard his weakened voice from the living room.
"Dad are you making bacon?"
"Yeah."
"I want some bacon." My heart leapt. An hour later a twenty-nine pound toddler had put down a piece of bacon, one scrambled egg with cheese, peanut butter crackers, milk and organic gummy snacks, and a whole glass of water. Not only was I able to post this, but Evan got to have his sword fight with me as darth vader, and Tristan took a normal nap. We still have days of anti-biotics and rest ahead of us to get him back up and running, but the evidence is once again right there for us all to see what we already knew...bacon makes it all better!