“Much of your pain is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.”
Double ear infection, double pink eye, fever over 101° F, a runny nose, and an overall grumpy baby. It has been a long week.
Here are the random thoughts that have been running through my head...
Mama vs. Daddy
When he's happy, Silas will do anything to watch and be with Daddy. When he's sad, he wants nothing to do with anybody but Mama. Which means it has been the "Mama show" around here all week.
I remember the lactation consultant explaining, "when baby's hungry and his tummy hurts, he comes
to Mama, and she makes him feel better. It makes sense that when
something else hurts, he wants only her. He knows she will make him feel
Because I feel fine, I had great aspirations to get things done during my days off from work. However, the only thing I have been able to finish off lately is a bag of M&M's or a package of raw cookie dough.
I finally put my finger on why I'm feeling like I can't get anything
done at home, even when I feel like I've used my time wisely. My time
these days comes in 10-minute chunks ... This is the season of "fringe
minutes" rather than "fringe hours".
I also realized that I get through life one project at a time... maybe it's about time that I
start thinking of cooking dinner and sweeping the floor as projects.
Embracing the Present Moment
A sick baby meant extra days at home with him. Even though he wasn't feeling the best, I tried hard to savor these unexpected moments... him falling asleep in my arms, sweet cuddles to make it feel better, and even the night that he wouldn't fall asleep anywhere but on top of me.
However, now that Rob's got a sore throat and runny nose, and my eyes are itchy and bloodshot (thanks for sharing, son!), it's almost impossible not to wish these days away.