|feeling much better after a nap|
Little Lady had her first bout with illness today. It came on suddenly and strong. We'd had a great morning and were hanging around outside when all of a sudden she became fussy and irritable. I didn't think much of it but as soon as we got back inside she wasted no time in throwing up all over me. It amazes me how motherly instinct takes over and even though there is vomit and it's gross and smelly, you don't notice, you just hold them closer and whisper that it'll be ok. I hate seeing my children ill and I do all can to ensure they get over it as quickly as possible. There is, however, a part of me that enjoys the moments sickness brings. The cuddling on the couch, holding their warm still bodies. We do not co-sleep with any of our children and thus when they are tired they usually prefer the familiarity of their beds. Our cuddle time is when we read books or have movie nights. Those are moments that I cherish but it's extra nice to just hold them and watch them sleep. Sitting on the couch today holding my sleeping little lady I was praying that she would feel better but I also couldn't help but thank God for that sweet moment, the memory, the gift of being a able to care for her.