What is it about a sick baby that just tears a momma’s heart out?
This past week has been awful, not as in a week of bad days awful, but my baby has been sick. So sick, we wound up in the ER this past Tuesday night. By now, he has gotten so much better! and with Daddy home for the night, I finally have a chance to sit and write the blog that has been weighing on my heart all week.
Sometime Wednesday afternoon, I looked down at this small child, all cuddled up close to my heart in the baby sling (a wonderful device to allow mom to snuggle her baby while having her hands free to do other things. I definatly have to get at least one picture of him in it before he out grows it!). I looked at him as he struggled for breath, I felt a wave of emotion grip me so hard I had to sit down. As I brushed the tiny curls away from his eyes, I felt tears well up. I told him I wished with all my heart that I could take his sickness from him. I wish I could do like the movies… I wish I could inhale and pull all the sickies to me, leaving him healthy.
I so hate seeing my babies sick.