Monday Susanna Rose was even crankier than usual at the y. We made it home for her to wake up from her nap feeling like a radiator. And then she did the unspeakable...she puked. For those of you who know me, the stomach flu is one of my biggest fears. Silly and irrational but true. Not to mention we had it just a month ago. So I buckled down for what I figured what was to come. I stripped her out of her nasty clothes and wrapped her up in a blanket and held her at the table while Kirby finished his dinner. Keith came home and held his baby girl a little too.
She woke up the next morning late and continued to sleep throughout the day. Literally. Throughout the day. Either in her crib or in my arms. She was so pitiful. She would weakly life her little head amd gaze her eyes up at me just to flop her head on my chest. Sad. I wound up taking her to the doctor. Her behavior was sadly reminiscent to when she dehydrated as a two week old. Sweet Susanna Rose has an ear infection. And now we are battling a possible allergic reaction to the amoxicillin. That is yet to be determined...to be continued.
Point of my post. Well it is two-fold. As much as I hate a sick baby, I loved the snuggles on Tuesday. I tend to not hold my sleeping babies because I fear they won't sleep on their own if I "form a bad habit". Crazy. I know. So as much as I hate a sick baby, I also love love having a reason to snuggle and snuggle and snuggle. Maybe I should pretend every day is a sick day.
And to my second point. My small kiddos really do watch everything I do and say the good, the bad, the sweet, the ugly. (Uh oh. I better be careful!!!!) On Tuesday morning (after Susanna rose "frowed up" at the dinner table), Kirby got out of bed holding Bunny and his blankie. He told me that Bunny was sick and needed his mommy and daddy. Melt. Melt. Melt. Love you, Kirby, and that sweet little heart of yours.
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