Thursday, March 03, 2011
Wesley :: Wednesday
My poor baby was up all night throwing up...and as I had finally caved and downed some Nyquil to try and kick this horrible cold I've been nursing I was only lucid enough to help clean up his sheets twice while my poor Jeffy was up every 40 minutes or so comforting our very sad boy until 5 in the morning.
We watched more shows then I would ever normally allow and in between Toy Story, Cars, Pingu, and Kipper I caught Wesley's vomit in an all too familiar stainless steel bowl (does everyone use these as barf bowls? I know I did as a child.) I think the only sweet thing about your baby being sick is that they become a baby again...clinging to you, wanting to be held and rocked, falling asleep in your arms.
I'm happy to report that he seems better today, after a full night's rest, and has been able to keep food and beverage down- hooray!
We are praying that he stays well and that Jeff and I do NOT get it- it's our 4th anniversary today (I will post more later).
We love you Wes! And just so I don't forget I love how you say..."night night crib," "puppy dog," and "kitty cat"- just like that and always together! (but not all 3 phrases together, in case you got confused)