Yesterday I stayed home with Hiccup. Sunday he was so whiny and miserable and had a whole list of symptoms that made me panic and go into "germ destroyer mode". I figured out later in the day that he was cutting three of his top teeth. No wonder he was miserable. It's weird what your body does when it feels yucky. He was getting teeth but his nose and stomach were giving him grief as well. Poor little boy.
I took a sick day and stayed home with my wimpy boy. We stayed in comfy clothes all day and watched shows and played with blocks. Many times throughout the day he climbed into my lap and laid his head on me and gave me a love pat. I got lots of slobbery kisses throughout the day and we had lots of snacks. Hiccup showed off by standing by himself for a few seconds at a time. We snuggled with Lionel (his stuffed lion) and took naps on the couch. A sick baby is never fun, but staying home with a sick baby was a blessing for me. I loved spending the day with my boy yesterday doing nothing but loving on him. I don't ever want him to be sick or feel crummy, but when he does I'm glad that I can take care of him and I'm glad that he loves me enough to let me.
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