Last Thursday night, Allie wasn't eating her dinner. That is highly unusual for her. As I was trying to find her something else to eat, I looked over to see her throwing up. It continued off and on through Saturday. I felt bad for her. And all she wanted was for me to hold her. That was fun for the first day but I started to feel a little claustrophobic.
And just when she started to feel better, she cut 2 new teeth. And that continues the whineyness and clinginess.
And then she woke up with a cough. And luckily, she is still pretty happy. But sometimes in the night, I have to go in and hold her to stop the coughing. And all I have been hoping for is that she would get better already.
And last night I heard Laney get up in the middle of the night. And I came to the family room to retrieve her and put her back in bed. And I realized I was a little wobbly on my feet. And when I woke up this morning, I felt a little light headed. I had some toast hoping that would help. And an hour later, I was regretting that choice.
And I suddenly had empathy for Allie. Because I was feeling how she felt last weekend. And all I wanted was for my mom to hold me. And she didn't. But Erich did volunteer but I told him to make sure that Laney didn't beat up Allie. And then I just wanted to hold Allie because I was feeling bad for being an impatient mom when she felt so bad.
On a happier note, it's 2 in the afternoon and I am feeling much better. And I have the next 2 weeks off of work.
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