Every night before I go to bed, I sneak into his room and change him into a fresh diaper so he doesn't wake up soaked to the skin. When I open his bedroom door, I am hit with a wave of baby smell--so strong, I suppose, because he's been in his room, freshly bathed, with the door shut for hours.
I love the little sleepy sounds he makes as I change him. I love that my mommy-shushing and nonsense talk comforts him back to sleep. I love to rub his warm little round tummy as I zip his jammies up.
But last night his tummy was burning hot. I could feel immediately that he wasn't warm and cozy--he was burning up. And so began a long night--a very long night--of him tossing and turning and being awake, deliriously trying to play with toys and the tv remote.
Today was more of the same. And when Jack is sick, he doesn't have the courtesy to be snuggly and just lay quietly in my arms; he is restless and disquiet. So I don't even get to sit and rock a sick baby--I wrangle one.
And after 24 hours, I'm exhausted. And poor Baby is, too. For a little guy riddled with ear infection, he's been a good little boy and so brave.
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6 comments:
i love your new christmas headline thing at the top of your blog!
Poor baby and poor you!
OH I hope Jack feels better soon!
Seriously. Eva never falls into a fever lethargy, either. She's just needier than ever. Hope he feels better soon!
So sorry Crystal, poor little guy! It's the worst thing ever when our little ones are sick huh? Hope he's feeling better!
Oh, how sad! I'm sorry that you were both up all night. :(
And yes, my To Crystal blog post was to you. :) I was watching the Gordon B. Hinckley movie and the little boy just reminded me so much of your kids! Put some curly pig-tails on that face and you have Mimi Rose! So I just thought I'd share. :)
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