Sudden discovery? Being a mom is the toughest when you aren't feeling well. I have to admit, since giving birth to my little treasure, my body hasn't been at 100 percent..ever. It feels like they fixed my lady parts, but didn't bother to inform my organs to go back into place. I feel like a poorly constructed jigsaw puzzle with probably a few pieces missing.
I trucked through that, because I've come to the conclusion until another few months I'm not going to feel perfect! However, when a sore throat and a little cough enter the picture, and I stare at the clock and pray to God he's going to have a catch-up day on sleep - I should have known I was in for trouble.
The one day mommy is "out of commission" is the day he likes to be as cranky as can be. I know it's not his fault, so I pull out my compassionate and adoring mother card and (avoiding to kiss him) pulled him into a tight embrace and started rubbing his back. What do I get in return? I handful of my hair being ripped from the roots. "Ow, Kaiden.. can you let go of mommy's hair?" Laughter. Pure, straight from the heart chuckle. I smile and say "Oh thank you for loving mommy's luscious locks!" and softly pry his hands open to unleash myself. As soon as the last strand is out of his grasp, he started to wail. I frantically tossed my hair back into his view, but to no avail.. much too late. Bottle? Warm up.. come on, warm up faster. Nope, don't want that. Pacifier? Scream, scream, suck, suck..... Victory? Spit out! Cry, cry, scream.
The only thing that really keeps him quiet is singing "If you're happy and you know it" and I feel saddened when I know that I can recall the lyrics to any Spice Girls song, and probably all of the ones by the Backstreet Boys, but for the life of me I cannot come up with more than two kids songs. Really? Really. Back on point, that only lasted a few more minutes before he tossed his hands in the air in frustration and kept crying.
My last resort is always rubbing his gums, because if it's not food or fun he wants and I know I just changed him, it's usually that his teething is starting to bother him. My poor little quick-developing baby! So finger teether in hand, we sit in the rocking chair and before I know it, he's out. What happens next? I have a coughing attack, waking him up even after I run out of the room and muffle my coughs against my arm. And this horrid set of occurrences happens throughout the entire day!
By the evening when I could finally get a nap because my mother is home, I was absolutely drained. My whole body was ready to fall apart and I started at her in utter and complete shock. "How did you do this with TWO babies? I could barely keep up with him." She smiled at me and chuckled "I never got sick!". My lucky mother. And then I smiled to myself when I thought "Lucky, yeah maybe. But she would have done the same thing I did and persevered!".
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