I can and have delt with alot of gross things in my life. It isn't always fun but I have done it. One thing that I just hate(strong word I know) is puke. I have thrown up maybe 4 times in my whole life, I have to be really sick for that to happen. I am very blessed to have such a healthy family cause my boys rarely get sick either. And bieng sick enough to actually throw up almost never happends. BUT it did last night. Atley was up in the night and said mommy I am sick. He went to the bathroom and left a little trail of puke all the way from his bed to the toilet. After I cleaned him up and cuddled him and put him back to bed I cleaned up his "trail" and hoped it would be better after that. Wishful thinking I guess cause about 45min. later when I was almost asleep I heard," mommy I am sick again". Worse this time, his jammies, sheets, blankie, hair and face had puke on them. Oh did I mention I HATE puke! I stripped him down took him to the tub and ran a bath for him then took his sheets and everything else to the washing machine. Not sure how Anthany slept through most of it cause it stunk in that room so bad. Anyway, once again cleaned up and put back to bed and he slept for the night.
Ya know even thought I HATE puke I love the feeling and the cuddles I get when a child is sick and needs mommy, no one else but mommy, to cuddle them and make it all better. Kinda like when one of the boys falls down and gets hurt, daddy can kiss it better but they don't stop crying and go back to what they were doing untill mommy has kissed it better. AND it is awesome, the kissing thing has gotten better over the years. With Anthany I would kiss where he got hurt to make it better. Once Atley was born I could kiss my hand and touch the owwie to make it better. Now that Alex is around I can even blow a kiss their way and it still fixes the owwie.
Well tonight I was scared, I thought it was going to have a repeat of last night just with another kid. Alex went to bed early cause he didn't nap but woke up crying an hour later. Fortunatly for me there was no puking involved! just some pepto bismol, warm milk and some awesome cuddles did the trick.
Not sure how it happened but I got out of the house this morning with just Anthany. We were on our way to swimming lessons, he had his swimming stuff and I had my book. I actually got to sit for an hour in the middle of the day and read something of my choice. I did have to stop reading and take a few deep breaths a few times or I would have cried my eyes out right there at the pool. I was reading Mary Beth Chapmans book, Choosing to See. And I was at the part when she talks about her 5 year old being hit by a car and dying. Horible thing that happened and I would have thought it horible at anytime in my life but now that I have kids it isn't just horible but it is worse than horible and I have to really try hard not to cry when I think about it. It isn't just this story either, it is anything bad when a child is involved. Is it just me or does having your own kids make you more sensitive to stuff?
Jan. 28, 2010 - we were at the church for a meeting, when the meeting was over there was snacks and Atley couldn't get enough. he had eaten a bunch of chocolate covered strawberries and still had a giant one in his mouth and his face was full of chocolate and he walked over to me and all I heard was a muffled "CAKE CAKE!" He hasn't changed, man can that boy eat!
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