Just a straight-up warning: this post has no pictures. I look far too
scroungy tired for pictures these days.
They say if you want to be a successful blogger [I think maybe I do..] that it takes a lot of hard work and you need to post like every day. I thought this was all great because I could literally talk to anyone about anything every. single. day. So I went strong for my first couple days and had so many awesome posts lined up…
Then the baby got sick. And anyone who’s anyone knows that a sick baby is bad news. So I’m flat exhausted. I have barely showered and my hair is even more of a disaster than usual because my entire day is baby cries and snotty noses and more baby cries.
But you know what? Even if I missed a couple days of blogging or showering or being an actual human — I made up for it in time spent snuggling my baby. I’ve held him a lot this week and I’ve covered his warm little cheeks in kisses and tried my best to love and comfort him and console his crying. Sick days are the best of times and the worst of times.
The worst because nobody likes to see their baby hurting or upset. It literally breaks my mama heart into a million pieces. I’m so sad.
But the best because sick days put life into perspective for me in a way that nothing else ever does. They give me a chance to forget everything I need to do and to focus all of my attention on my baby. They remind me that the purpose of being a mother is to nurture– not to make more money or buy cute clothes or style perfect pig tails. Just to nurture.
And, as exhausting as it is, I love being the one the sick baby looks to for nurturing. It’s the best feeling in the world.