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The things that will never make it in the baby books and other musings from a stay at home mom

Thursday, December 29, 2005

Bronchitis

It is awful, of course, to see your child sick. Terrible to see him in pain or even discomfort, awful to listen to his coughs and to his cries and to know that he is so miserable. It is excruciating to see him trust in you to instantaneously make him better and to know that only time and perhaps some antibiotics can actually perform the kind of magic he expects you to immediately produce.

And yet, that feeling of your child's arms wrapped around your neck and his body nestled into your lap? The sensation you've not felt since his infancy of not knowing where he ends and you begin? The calm as you surrender yourself to the situation, cancel all plans and hunker down to offer unlimited snuggling and soothing and Sesame Street for the duration? Not so bad. Not bad at all.

Get well, sweet Evan. But maybe... not too fast.

5 Comments:

At 8:39 PM, Blogger Steph said...

Poor Evan. Hope that he feels better soon (in the meantime, enjoy those snuggles and hugs!)

 
At 8:56 PM, Blogger Kristy said...

Aside from my Evan's pneumonia, my kids have *never* been sick. Never. And I never was nothing short of thrilled about that fact until right now...

Hope Evan feels better soon!

 
At 10:34 PM, Blogger Jennifer said...

Oh, the sick snuggles when only Mama will do. When you know, deep down, that they will be ok, and that you're doing everything you can - when these issues are settled - the "only Mama can make this better" feeling is pretty amazing. Feel better, Evan! Feel better, but maybe with a lingering need to snuggle?

 
At 3:25 AM, Blogger Rosemary said...

This posting takes me back so far. I had to go back to work so early. NOT a matter of frills or career. Just a matter of survival. And my kids were so independent anyway - sounds nice in text but heartwrenching to a Mom. I agonized for them when they were sick because I felt, like you, the expectation on which I could not deliver. I couldn't provide relief or health - only time, and antibiotics, would do that. I did have comfort. Why is it that in the comforting process, one's heart is more assuredly shredded than any other time?
Sick days were a hardship back then, but I relished them, even as I do now when my daughter is home from college. I hate to see her ill, but I love the fact that I am the person she wants when she is ill.

 
At 12:05 AM, Blogger Dana said...

I know this feeling so well. Hugs and cuddles to Evan.

 

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