Get your mind outta the gutter- it's not what you think!
The boys both have croup. JC is only running a fever, but LB's voice is totally shot in addition to a fever, and his breathing sounds like he should be on a ventilator. They've been like this since Tuesday, so I figured they'd get better soon.
Wrong.
Hubby went to NYC Friday morning to visit some friends this weekend. When he's gone & the boys are in bed, I relish in watching brainless TV or fluff movies, sipping some tea or hot chocolate in peace, and enjoying the silence of the house. I have zero guilt about being completely selfish with my time. But last night was not what I was expecting.
I was getting into a Friends marathon on TV when I heard LB's barking cough. Then, I heard his little, squeaking voice, "Mommy! Help me! I'm scared!"
I knew that my me-night was over, but didn't realize to what degree. I turned off the TV, put my mug on the table, and went into his room. I snuggled with him and rubbed his back. When I tried to leave, he flipped out and clung to me, so I decided to stay in his bed until he fell asleep. Two hours later, I carefully left his room, got into my pjs, and flopped into my bed.
Sometime around midnight, I heard him coughing and crying again, but this time he was making his way to my room. He climbed into bed with me and stayed there until 9:30am this morning.
It was really sweet. This little boy who hates physical affection and never wants to be hugged or held actually wanted to snuggle with me. And even though his preferred position for a few hours was laying across my neck, I loved it. He took a potty break, and when I carried him back to bed, he clung to my chest and fell asleep right where he was.
I thought about when I was little and sick with strep (which was all the friggin time). I'd lay on my dad's chest like that, and it was the most comfortable place in the entire world. It really made me happy that I could comfort him like my dad used to comfort me.
It was 9:37am when we all finally woke up / decided to get up. A long night, but a very affectionate one. We'll see how tonight goes when Hubby is back- I'm thinking three's gonna be a crowd!
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The feelings are so conflicting, aren't they? The initial thought of "Oh, no! What about my ME time?" Then we you realize how sick the little one is, it's so wonderful to be able to just snuggle and console, as if there is nothing more important in the world - there isn't.
You are so right!
Poor kid :(
I'm sorry you're little one is sick! I hope he feels better soon. It is a trick when the spouse comes home and kids or pets are used to sharing the bed.
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