It’s so hard to be a mom to a sick kid.
I don’t know what my mom will think when she reads this… But, it’s my blog and my life, so I will share. I don’t know that I was nursed back to health all that much by my mom. I know she would make jello and have sprite on hand. But, I really just remember sleeping on the couch and watching t.v. solo. I also remember being given a bell to ring if I needed anything.
And I *know* that I am lacking in this area. I warned B before we married that I don’t do well around sick people. I try to get everything he needs and let him rest when he’s sick. But, I am just not very patient with illness.
I try to be better for the kids. I try to snuggle them and love on them and care for them when they’re sick. But, I am guilty of giving them the
puke bowl
and just sending them to the sofa. I am guilty of expecting quick recoveries. And I probably don’t have as much sympathy/empathy as I should.
So, to my kiddos, I am sorry in advance. I am trying…
V has a temperature of 103.5, Bean is just over 100. My poor sick babies 🙁
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