- drugs or no drugs? Nothing worse than the little one waking up in the middle of the night. if i can give a decongestant that will get him through so his body can rest, i am all about it.
- vicks. everywhere. Company I wish i would have invested in before i became a mommy - pampers, vicks, neosporin. i have the vicks vaporizer with water, the vicks waterless vaporizer, the babyrub, the adult vicks rub... and of course since he's in the mommy bed tonight - what is it about the mommy bed that makes everything better? - my room emanates Vicks. a cloud of medicated goodness. and of course im old school - vicks on the back, on the chest, and a little hint from my italian colleague - a little on the feet with some socks. hey, if you told me to stand on my head and whistle twinkle twinkle little start to a samba beat i would, if it made my itty bitty feel better.
did you ever realize twinkle twinkle little star is the same beat as the alphabet song? go ahead, sing em.
- the last big blow. I did not know such a little body could produce so much snot AND spread it everywhere. its on the couch. on my pillow. on the bedsheet. and on God knows how many of his blocks. but we do the last big blow, prop his head up on three pillows, and hope for the best.
there is something about a sick baby that puts me right back into mommy/infant mode. but i got to thinking about my mommy - the alcohol rubs, the time she took off work, the quiet love she gave. my mom isn't an overly affectionate hugger, but i loved her strong, secure hands rubbing my back. i think that alone made me feel better. and i realize how lucky i am to have a mommy - a real mommy, who put me as a top priority. not ever mommy does that.
2 pts if you're a real mommy. 1 pt if you're not but you are working hard to get there.
time for me to check on him. its these moments when i just feel my heart beating, my eyes getting a little moist... i'm such a sap for my son.
smile.
