While He Lays Sleeping

I take back everything I said about how difficult it is to care for my rambunctious boy. At this moment I would love to see him riding his toy truck around the living room and squawking for me to come play with him. But, right now, it's breakfast time and he's asleep on the family room floor.

Everything was going well this weekend until we put him to bed Sunday night. Hendrick woke up startled an hour later, covered in vomit. He was really half asleep and unsure of what just happened to him. He never threw up before.

My husband and I were a bit taken back ourselves. We just didn't see this coming. These are the times I cherish John because it would have been very difficult to change the sheets, wipe up the rug, wash down Hendrick and cuddle him until he could be placed back into a clean crib if it wasn't for our teamwork.

We repeated that scenario about half hour later. Subsequent episodes that night were far less messy after we switched to a water bottle.

I know kids get sick and it's not that big a deal - our doctor confirmed that when we both took him into the office yesterday - but when you see your otherwise energetic child moping around the house it is a little upsetting.

These are also the times I remind myself how blessed we are to have a healthy child, I mean one without a serious illness. So, until my boy's fever goes down and his stomach is settled, I'll shower him with affection and do what mommies do best when there's not much else to be done: I'll hug and kiss the hurt away and help him forget his troubles.