Poor Mouse!
January 10, 2007 by piereth
On a hunch I checked on R last night as we went to bed - he’d been coughing a bit. I went in and he was coated in vomit, stem to stern, in his eyes, even. Shivering and freezing cold, barely awake. I said the code word ‘VOMIT!’ into the baby monitor - cue husband pounding down the stairs - we swung into action with hot bath, hot towels, cleaning spray and new bedding for the Boo… Tucked him up clean and warm with a bottle and he slept right through without a squeak till 6.45am.
There is something utterly heatbreaking about finding a baby in that situation. I don’t see how anyone could harden their heart against the desperate need for comfort and the bewilderment of being cold and wet. My poor darling. And he’s so calm about it. The second he was warm, dry, clean and fed again he turns over and goes straight back to sleep. I love him so much.
ah, bless him, poor sausage. But you know what? That description of him rolling over and going back to sleep again as soon as he was warm and fed again will be true of him when he’s in his early twenties, too I bet!!!!
Poor thing. You said you had a hunch …that Mother’s Intuition is amazing, isn’t it? It still works even when they’re older.
I hope he’s feeling better this morning!
–L
L - he’s sooo much better I can’t tell you. This morning we were playing a game before I took him to nursery - he scoots up to me in his babywalker and takes a slug of ice water, hisses with the cold, laughing and twirling on the spot, then backs away to have another run-up and another slurp. Gorgeous.
T - too right. However, there’ll be no getting up at 12 noon aqnd sloping downstairs for a fag and bacon and eggs like my odious brothers do. Ingrates!!