Well, things took a turn for the worse here in the Miedema household last Friday night. Caleb very rarely wakes up during the night, and Friday night was one of those nights. I've learned to know what Caleb's differnt cries mean, and the cry we heard Friday night was one that needed to be attended to. With my eyes barely open, I ran to the bathroom, grabbed the childrens Motrin, and stumbled upstairs. My poor, sweet boy was burning up with a fever. Long story short, the rest of the weekend consisted of Caleb crying, whining, and feeling yucky. I took him to the Dr. this morning and found out he has a terrible ear infection. The poor guy is in so much pain, and it's very evident he's not feeling well. This is the first time in his life he's been this sick.
As parents, we hate seeing him like this. But throughout this weekend and today, I've had the 'power of mommy's touch'. Caleb has been so cuddly, and it's been kind of nice to hold him and have him fall asleep on my shoulder like he used to. Just by rubbing his back or cuddling him, for a short time I think he finds relief. I have so many memories of my mom being there for me when I was sick. Rubbing my back, sitting with me, and probably rocking me at one time, she was always there when I was sick. Even now when I'm sick, I miss my mom's tender loving care.
So, even though Caleb has been feeling terrible, and I haven't left the house much, I've had a few moments to cherish these fleeting moments where he needs me so much. I'm not going to lie- it feels good to be needed and know that I can provide comfort. For some reason, I was having flash forwards of Caleb grown up, and realizing that his little face and heavy breath of sleep on my shoulder, is fleeting. Sentimental I am, but it's worth it.
"Children arrive so fresh from heaven they are born with angel wings. If we love them competely, they are able to fly."
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