Thursday, September 29, 2011

The thing about sick babies...

My kids have been sick now off and on, for a month now. And let me tell you the thing about sick babies.

The thing about sick babies is... They are absolutely pitiful to watch, sniffling, tired, crying and uncomfortable.
They aren't "themselves". 
Doctor visits become routine.
No trips to the park, or stores. 
Humidifiers run and warm baths are frequent. 
Medicine bottles, syringes, and thermometers decorate your kitchen counter. 
Nighttime? That's for sleeping? Oh. Thanks for the reminder ;) 

The thing about sick babies is... it is very easy to get frustrated. 
Momma's patience is tested. (and probably Daddy's too ;)
Sleep deprivation causes everyone's tensions to run high.
Chores get pushed to the back burner.
That pile of laundry is ever multiplying.
You will wonder when life will return to normal.

But let me tell you something else about sick babies. 
They need to be cuddled. 
They want you to hold them close. 
They need all the love they can soak up. 

And that is a wonderful thing.

My Taylor growing up has always been a snuggler. She needed to be rocked to sleep as a baby, patted on the back as a toddler, and she still asks for you to lay with her "just a little bit" before bed. I know I can always count on her to have a hug ready for me. 

Wyatt on the other hand is my little independent man. 
He is affectionate in his own way. He drools on your face for a kiss, runs and sits in your lap, then bounces right back out again. At 6 months old he gave up his bottle, and no longer wanted to be rocked. He just wanted his sippy cup of milk and to be left alone in his bed. As a toddler now, he still likes to be left alone. With a few cars, and a puppy dog stuffed animal, he will play until he goes to sleep. 

Early on I told John that he was so much easier to put in bed than Taylor was.We laughed about how we would lay on the floor in Tay's room until she fell asleep, and if you made any movement at all she would poke her little head up to make sure you weren't leaving. Countless times we would sneak out of Taylor's room, army crawling so she wouldn't catch us. How different Wyatt is. If he could wave us out of his room I am pretty sure he would.  So recently I have found myself feeling a little sad. I see how fast Wyatt is growing up and I want my little baby back. I want to hold him longer, I want to snuggle and rock him to sleep. I am thankful that God has blessed us with a easy going little boy, but momma just wants to hold him for longer than 30 seconds! 

So that's the thing about my sick babies...

I hate to see them suffer and feel bad, and I really would prefer to sleep during the night. 

But the extra snuggles, hugs, kisses, and love I feel from my sweet kids,
 is so worth it. 

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

A first...

Tonight was a first in my adventure as a momma...
John and I headed to New Braunfels this evening because he had a softball game. We decided to go to dinner with our friends Eric & Whitney before. On the way there, Taylor started complaining that her tummy hurt. Thinking she was just hungry I didn't give it too much thought. We went to the table, ordered, had just got our food when Tay said she had to go to the potty, quick! Well, I get up to walk her there and right there, in the middle of the restaurant.....she throws up. All over the floor, on both of our feet... A thousand things ran through my mind in that split second.. "What on earth upset her stomach? Oh no, is it the stomach bug again? Is she going to do it again? Will these flip flops go in the washer?" (Yes I will admit I had a fleeting concern for my favorite pink flip flops)
Then I became keenly aware of the stares of everyone in the restaurant looking at us just standing there staring at the ground. And the lady less than a foot away looking like she might throw up too. I wanted to disappear into the ground...
Then mom rescue mode kicked in; I quickly grabbed a napkin, held it up for Tay in case she had to do it again, and rushed to the opposite side of the restaurant, praying the entire way we would make it to the bathroom..
We made it, but thankfully no more throwing up... We sat there in the bathroom, partially waiting to make sure it passed, and partially because I was waiting for the shock to wear off outside. Haha. I will never forget the look Tay gave me next. She looked up very pathetic and weak looking, she wrinkled those eyebrows and said "momma...if I am done throwing up now, can I still go to the ballpark" Oh she is her daddy's child. And I love them both more than I can express... I smiled and thought as mortifying as that moment was in the restaurant, I wouldn't trade this mommy moment for anything...
We walked back out, aware of the stares as we made our way back to the table, but it was OK... Things happen right :) 
We went on with the evening, spending time with great friends, and playing softball at the park...
Whatever it was passed as quickly as it happened and was left behind....there on the floor of Adobe Cafe. ;)