I’m so ready for winter to be over. What with us being sick and then with Mia’s pink eye and then coughing and now today, I’m just done. Tired of illness.
Mia had a fever. I can take snotty noses and even coughs, as annoying as they are. But fevers stress me out. (Well, I think vomiting would too, but we haven’t had to deal with that *knockonwood* so I’m sure you’ll have to talk me off that ledge when I get there). I’m just glad my brother is a paramedic and can be my little personal call service. Mia got some Motrin and went to bed at 5:45. Bless her heart, you could totally tell she wasn’t feeling well. We held her all afternoon and she catnapped in our arms, which if you know her is SO unusual. She is a busy little girl and to see her so quiet and calm was enough to know she wasn’t herself. Something’s been going around daycare and town with lots of people sick…
So, we just kept offering her liquids, held her, sang to her, and comforted her. Hopefully she gets the rest she needs now. Her body responds well to Motrin and doesn’t have a fever right now. She’ll probably be up at 4am, starving, but hey…that’s ok 🙂
During naptime, I had just read this blog about this family who just found out their 2 year old has cancer again (for the 4th time) and there’s nothing they can do. I don’t know them at all, but my heart still ached for them. I read their story and just felt for them. I can’t even begin to fathom that pain. They talked about just loving him, holding him, and cherishing every moment.
And as I read, I realized that I don’t do that enough. I mean, we love her and we hold her and we cherish her but in a time when she tests us and the effort to discipline lovingly and consistently is so in our face everyday, sometimes it’s easy to get wrapped up in that. To get to the end of the day and fall into bed exhausted and frustrated from the testing and trying instead of falling into bed (still exhausted, for sure) but happy and thankful.
She’s a spitfire. She is independent, practically fearless, thrives on people and chaos, and is strong and determined. All of those can be a challenge, but we love her for them. She keeps us on our toes but we wouldn’t have it any other way. And yet, while we love that about her, it also exhausts us. We have to stand strong a lot (because she’s so stinkin’ strong) and we have to be consistent guides in her life. But today, when she wasn’t running around pulling stuff out of cabinets and hiding her baby doll in the pantry and climbing on the furniture, we held her. Tight. And we rocked her to sleep. Because even though we were tough on the no-rocking to develop good sleeping patterns, sometimes a good rocking chair and lullaby are good for the soul. Hers and ours. Today wasn’t much fun, but I cherished every moment.
And please hear me, our little fever is in no way meant to imply that we understand what it means to have a sick child. We don’t. It was just a reminder that I need to remember and hold on to days like today. To realize that I started the day off wanting to get stuff done but what I needed to do was hold her. That that’s what it’s about sometimes.
Go hug somebody you love. 🙂