I’ve been struggling with the last photo in the ABC Challenge: Night. Our kid? She goes to bed early. It’s still light out as we go through the routine.
Last night I finally got the opportunity to snap this picture, representing night:
It’s out of focus with a bad flash and it shows my Baby Girl, sick with a cold, fighting sleep.
I hate being sick. (I hate being sick more since becoming a mother). I hate it when my husband is sick. But nothing, nothing is worse than when your kid is sick. I don’t know if it gets better as they get older and understand a little bit more and can explain what’s wrong a little better.
But the sniffing, tired, achy and feverish toddler? It sucks. She fell asleep easily last night and then around 9:30 she started crying out. It took three visits to figure out that her nose was running. It took three visits for her to just start crying because she was awake enough to realize how uncomfortable she was.
That was when she asked to sleep in Mommy and Daddy’s bed. She asked for some apple slices and I refilled her water, and I lay there stroking her head, hoping she would get some more sleep.
A restless night, waking to check on her, covering her with the blanket after she kicked it off. This whole caring for another person to the detriment of your own health and sanity is still so amazing to me.