Sunday, May 27, 2012

Pitiful Chris


Chris woke up yesterday morning, and simply wanted to watch cartoons.  Didn't want breakfast.  That should have been my sign.  An hour later he was puking.  And he was in my arms, his whole body literally shaking as his body temp shot up with fever.  God Bless Tylenol.

He curled up with me, on the couch, and watching Yo Gabba Gabba and whatever else he wanted to.  He didn't want to be more than arms length away from me all day. 
 It's hard to take it, but I realize that it's only for a limited time. Right now, I am a big source of comfort, and that me holding him makes him feel better.  
No, I do not like it when my back cramps up, and my arms hurt from holding him for 2 or 3 hours straight.  But I do like it that I am able to bring comfort to him when he's hurting.  If holding him until I hurt takes away some of his hurt, I'll do it.  If getting boxed in the head as we 'sleep' together helps him sleep better to get him healthy, I'll do it.  

Anything for this face.  I can't resist this face.