July 13th, 2007
I had the baby monitor on for the first time in a long time last night, just to listen for him, in case; since he hadn’t been able to keep a thing down all evening. Good mom, right?
10pm Mike got home from a course for the union hall and as we were standing in the kitchen talking - beside the monitor I so intently listened to for his breathing - I heard him stirring, then the unmistakable retching of a wee toddler. Barfing in his bed. *gag*
As we went into inspect the damage and impending clean up, he laid still and seemed not to be bothered by the vomit surrounding him. Poor lifeless little body, exhausted and unsure of what was happening to him. I picked him up, changed him and rocked in the rocking chair while Daddy (see calling him Daddy all the time; like a good wife) changed the sheets. As he nestled his head into my neck and wrapped his arms around me I was consumed with love. My heart ached for my little guy. Tears welding in my eyes, I rubbed his back and whispered how much I loved him.
Wearily lifting his head, he looked me in the eye, I wuvb you Mommy, he mumbled before placing it back on my shoulder. Enough to melt the heart of a stone cold bitch like me.
As I placed him back in his clean bed, I patted his head, said good night, shut the light and just watched. Watched his little fragile body rise and fall with each breath while cuddling his stuffed monkey, sucking vigorously on his soother. He lifted his head slightly and in a garbled soother filled voice stated matter-of-factly Night-night mama.
I closed the door and walked away, fighting the aching urge to pick him up and hold him all night.
This morning we’re all back to normal. Carter was bouncing off the walls, singing, yelling and dancing to Dora; so we headed on with our normal routine. Off to daycare and me, off to work.
All I’ve been thinking about this morning is sitting still, in a quite darkened room while I holding him and rocking … If only time could stand still, even just for a moment longer.
You brought tears to my eyes. Poor baby.
July 13th, 2007 at 10:54 am
I love those moments too. Minus the barfing, of course.
July 13th, 2007 at 10:56 am
GREAT post! Brought me to tears.
July 13th, 2007 at 11:20 am
I’m not a mom and as ridiculous as it may sound, I always think of my dog when I read things like this. Tears.
July 13th, 2007 at 1:09 pm
I’m home today with a sick little guy who has said “I want you” at least 100 times since he awoke (LATE - yeah!) at 9am. I do admit I love the snuggles that this 4 year old thinks he is too big to give unless he is sick!
July 13th, 2007 at 1:44 pm
Very touching - this will be a good one to look back on. Show it to him when he’s 13.
July 13th, 2007 at 2:13 pm
Awww! So sweet! and, look at me, now, thanks to you — vahklempt!
July 13th, 2007 at 3:28 pm
This was the sweetest post! I’m so sorry he was sick but I’m glad he’s feeling better today.
July 13th, 2007 at 5:09 pm
It really is hard when they are throwing up. Especially when they are too young to understand it.
Ariana had rotavirus when she was Carters age. It was SO BAD. It lasted a week. Projectile vomiting. Big pains and her stomach was puffing up. I felt so bad for her. I hope Carter is better soon. Not fun being sick in summer!
July 13th, 2007 at 7:42 pm
((((HUGS)))) to him! I hope its gone for good, no fun when the little ones are sick, I still have my heart pulled out of my chest when Caleb is sick, and he’s almost 8 !
July 13th, 2007 at 8:32 pm
Sam: I hope this picks your day up a bit:
http://alalee.wordpress.com/2007/07/14/its-my-pleasure/
July 14th, 2007 at 11:05 am
So sweet…brought tears to my eyes.
July 17th, 2007 at 4:06 pm
Understand the sentiment completely!!! It’s those moments that make it all worth while.
July 19th, 2007 at 12:19 pm