Her face got as red as a poinsettia in an instant. I held her little frame while she was stuck between breaths for what seemed way too long. I was gathering my wits of what possibly to do. Then the biggest white rainbow came right for me from her teenie tiny mouth.
That was my Friday. Day 1 of my poor, little girl being very sick.
My heart hurts.
Being a mother has been fine and dandy for the majority of my whole 3 months, yet the last few days have been sad and humbling. Sad because I don't like seeing my little one suffer, hearing the wheezing, knowing she's miserable. Humbling because I don't know what to do exactly to help except wrap her in my arms, bounce her, and tell her truths to soothe, like I love you.
I know that's all there is to do. The "nasty upper respiratory infection" will take it's stroll around the body and then vacate. It just takes time.
Still, I'm exhausted and my head and heart are taking a beating. Not to mention all our clothes and linens from the copious amounts of body fluid. Yuck. And let's not forget Blue. He has to howl a loud, obnoxious sympathy almost every time she cries.
Sidenote: Whoever invented the Moby wrap and the frida baby booger sucker should get a raise. Loving those products at the moment.
This is the first sickness of many, I know. She's just so small right now! Heaven help her ... and me.
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