It wasn’t like him.
Wanting to be held. Sitting still. Needing mama so much.
I knew he wasn’t feeling well today… but today was the first day he was able to articulate what was wrong.
His tummy hurt.
Poor little guy.
He pointed to his chubby little tum and said “owie” and got a really, really sad face.
And then he threw up on me.
Ok, he didn’t really throw up on me. (But that would make for a better story, wouldn’t it?) He just threw up on himself and on the floor.
he did, however let me hold him and rock him to sleep for a second nap. (He hasn’t taken two naps a day for a year.)
I was only wishing that my day wasn’t so busy, that Judah wasn’t also out-of sorts and needing to be held constantly.
How wonderful it would ahve been just to hold him, cuddle him, and stay there until he woke up. (My first baby.)
But dinner was on the stove. Judah was crying. Life was still happening.
So I had to put him down to sleep on his own, rub the tired from my own eyes, step up to the plate, and be mom. (Make it all happen.)
And now that he’s all tucked up in bed for the night, all I really want to do is go scoop him out again and sit there with him in my arms, burying my face in his messy hair.
My baby let me rock him so sleep today.
I never did get to fulfill my promise to him to splash around in the pool, even though I wore my swim suit all day long.
I hope he feels better tomorrow. (If so, we’ll try again for the pool.)
I also hope he’ll let me cuddle him again too.
Q for you: When is the last time sickness threw you for a loop?
P.S. Happy Valentines Day.
Click Clink Five is a blog by Adriel Booker. | Five minutes a day, unedited. | 2012 All rights reserved. | Adriel also writes on parenting and motherhood at The Mommyhood Memos.