These ominous words wake me in the middle of a deep night's sleep (why does it always have to be the middle of the night?); adrenaline causes me to react before I even realize I'm awake. "Go to the bathroom; hurry!"
This was the beginning to our wonderful dance with the flu. Zach decided he didn't have to throw up . . . his "tummy was just mad because it was hungry." Am I seriously heating up chicken noodle soup at 4 in the morning? I get him fed and settle him down on the couch in the playroom where I can hear him if he needs to get up again. Find a bowl, 7-up, a straw, blanket, and his Beauregard stuffed dog (hiding in some far corner of a room) before I fall exhaustedly back into bed.
As I'm laying in bed trying to get back to sleep (did I mention how much adrenaline shot me out of bed?), I start thinking about being sick when I was a kid. Funny, I don't remember any specifics of being sick. Hmmm, that is funny, I actually have good memories of being sick? Then I realize all I remember about being sick is my mom. Feeding me chicken soup, tucking me into a special bed, getting me 7-up, and overall, this incredible feeling of love and comfort!
So, the next time I hear "i'm sick" at 4 in the morning (seriously, WHY does it always have to be in the middle of the night?), I will try to remember that even in these little things, I am sharing a mother's love. Thanks, mom!
"Mom, I need to throw up." I hear at 5:15a: here we go again!
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comments:
I love it! This is so funny, in a sad kinda way. Poor guy! I hope he is feeling better now. Rick is a heavy sleeper, but admits that the sound of someone throwing up will wake him in an instant. That is why he is always the first to get to our kids when they are sick. Praise God, it's been about 2 years since they have thrown up!
Post a Comment