The exciting title of this post
is exactly why I have not posted in a while…and will likely be interesting to
grandparents and aunties only. Elsa got
sick at the end of last week and kindly passed that along to me by the next
day. We all laid around all weekend, having an enjoyable pajama weekend together.
I wasn’t too bad, but she was coughing a lot. We had to use that awful nose
aspirator to suck that nasty stuff out of her sinuses. I am glad she does not
have memory of life at this point; she would surely hate me forever. She
despises that thing, as I imagine most infants do.
I thought we were both on the up
and up, but alas, yesterday we began downhill again. Sore throat for me,
headache, achy all over. Today, worse. I really hope
she does not feel as I do. But those little coughs from such a little person do
break my heart. I cannot imagine mommies and daddies that must watch their
children suffer worse things. How their heart must break into tiny pieces with
every wince or cry, needle or surgery. And ne'er forget those mommas who must watch their babes pang with hunger.
Oh, Lord, have mercy….
Fortunate we are to just have
coughs and sniffles, sore throats and headaches. Whatever it is she is feeling she wants momma
all the time. She snuggles a lot when she is sick. I resigned my days to
getting nothing done (yes, I am a bad sick person, I have a difficult time
resting, I try to sleep but just lay their awake…I don’t know…). So I get
little accomplished, except being a good momma to a sick babe. No regret. For her afternoon nap sick sweetie would not let me
put her down, so I wrapped her up in the Moby and she slept for 2
½ hours all snugged up next to me.
This this morning I awoke to her
squirming around, not sleeping well. But this girl, she’s got it goin’ on.
Check out this bootie (and that is a not cloth diapers under there):
I am pretty sure one could ski off
that thing if thing if small enough. But
anyways, here we are, sick again at home. Thankful for warmth inside and sunshine
outside. I may feel a bit cooped up and as the ol' saying goes "sick and tired of being sick and tired", but could anything Elsa be as important as her today? ;-)
I am reminded these days of the
quote by Charles Kingsley:
“Thank God every morning when you get up, that
you have something to do that day which must be done…”
Indeed. Thank you, Lord.
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