in all the world there is nothing worse than a sad, sick baby.
on friday I awake terribly early to find a sick kid. santiago, ear infections and croup cough have become the most intimate of friends.
i haul out the infant tylenol and the baby motrin and we spend the weekend in our jams. cleaning and laundry go neglected. mama's hair never gets brushed. there are lots of snuggles on the couch and we watched the lion king and nemo lots and lots and lots of times. oh, and two (2) trips to the urgent care clinic.
last night before bed we rocked back and forth in the warm shower, his sad tired head on my shoulder, while i rubbed his back and sang every lullaby song i know. between sad sighs he perked up a bit and waved at the shower curtain. i imagined he was waving to his angels, who had stopped by to make sure he was okay, and that i was doing my job.urgent care trip #1
trip #2 (does this smiley kid look sick to you? nah. he's totally faking it)
don't worry guys, mama kisses and snuggles cures all! today his fever finally broke. huzzah!