Sick Babies and Snuggles

Monday, January 18th

2 a.m. was ushered in with a call from Isaac. "Daddy, I puked." Not exactly the phrase you want to hear at that hour. Eric went in Isaac's room and cleaned up his shirt and the other mess; while Eric changed the bedding, Isaac came in to lay down with me. Everything was going well; although Isaac was coughing quite a bit...and that's when he puked on me and our bed. I hauled him to the bathroom to get us both cleaned up, and he threw up again. 

Isaac stood in the bathroom crying and gagging because of the scene (he has quite the weak stomach by the way) and saying, "Mommy, I need you."

I told him, "I'm right here buddy. I'm just cleaning up." 

While I was cleaning that up, Eric attempted to get Issac into the bathtub but had to stop because he was also overcome by the scene and left to go into the living room. All I heard from him was a groan, "Oh, Ang." (You have probably figured out where Isaac gets his weak stomach by now).

Right as I seemed to make headway in the cleaning process, Isaac gave it one more go and threw up a fourth time. 

Oh boy.

Once the situation was cleaned up, I jumped in the shower to clean him off. He layed his head on my shoulder and said, "I'm sowwy Mommy." 

Oh my heart.

I held him in the water and it looked as if he might fall asleep right there; but he perked up when Eric took him out of the shower. We held him on the couch for awhile and things finally settled down around 4 am. We all attempted to go back to sleep...success! Although Eric did have to get up for work and I already had the day off.

Isaac slept until 8:00 am and then we made our way to the couch...where he threw up again. After getting him cleaned up and settled, he drank some ginger ale, which he said was "dewicious" and eventually had some toast. So far he has kept everything down...no more puking so far!!

He has been very receptive to snuggling with me today. He told me he loved me and cuddled with me a few times this morning. He is such a sweet boy. He says please and thank you and he tells me all the time that he "missed me" when I come home from work or even in the morning when he wakes up.

Normally when I go in his room in the morning and ask how his night was, he says, "Mommy, it was beautiful. I had a wittle baby nap." That is what he calls sleeping all night. So I guess the moral of this post for me is that there are moments of motherhood that are completely "ugh" and that I couldn't physically do for anyone else...and then there are moments of such sweetness that my heart actually aches for more of those. I want to bottle them up and save them forever. There have already been times when I've watched a baby video of Isaac or Brooke and teared up at how much time has passed...by how much they have both grown since just a few months ago. It is such a fleeting season in this life. So my goal is to enjoy every day with these two amazing kids we have; even the moments that aren't so glamorous!