It is very hard. I would love to say that I spend the majority of my day laying on the floor playing with my kids in some action-packed, car-crashing adventure or watching the latest architectural wonder being built with Legos. I would have taken that over the last two days of my Andrew saying, "Tummy hurt, mommy." I hate it when my kids are sick. I hate it even more when I can't do a thing about it. I wanted to cry for him while he was trying (with no luck...) to get the "bad fings" out of his tummy (he has some little stomach virus - I told him that he just has some bad things in his tummy that was making him sick). I held him once he was calm after last night's drama and prayed and prayed that God would just make it go away and that he could get the sleep he needed. We played for a little bit with his trains, but the poor little guy was just laying there with his James train (the red #5 train from Thomas and Friends) and saying, "tummy hurt." He finally went to bed a little bit later and, thankfully, he (and his brother!) both slept until 8:30 the next morning.
Everyone says that being a mom is the most rewarding job in the world.
While we were running a few errands and picking up some much needed meds, Andrew said, "Mommy love Andrew." Yes, baby, yes I do. More than you could possibly imagine.
Andrew and I, September 2009 (He was born at 2:41 am that day...so this is sometime that afternoon)
*Hopefully, tonight will be much better. However, Alex has been having tummy trouble, too. But of another kind... We may be headed to the doc in the morning.