MDG with his 103F fever |
The sleepless nights
How mad they get when they can't breathe with the pacifier in. Or calm down with it out.
The struggle to aspirate without missing a nostril and accidentally puncturing an eye
The forcing of medicine while they act like they're victims of torture
The unpredictability of everything that once used to follow a natural schedule
The disinfecting
The laundry
The arms sore from rocking, back sore from swaying, legs sore from bouncing
The heart sore from wishing you could just make them feel better by taking it away yourself
But, there are a few up-sides if you are a silver linings seeker like myself
There are almost always unexpected naps
And sweet cuddles
And when you're really lucky, cuddles that turn into naps.
Just enough to remind you they won't be this tiny forever. It's ok to be needed now and again. This virus, too, shall pass.
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