4:20 AM… I had been awake since 3:45. My husband was snoring so loud it woke me up. I tried to kick him and push him onto his side, but, he wouldn’t budge. So, while he continued to snore, I went downstairs to lay on the couch. At 4:20AM, I heard little feet pitter pattering upstairs. I knew it was the sound of my 4-year-old. I ran upstairs to find him next to our bed crying, saying, “My brain hurts.”
Sure enough, he was burning up. I picked him up and carried him downstairs. I layed him on the couch, got some childrens tylenol and covered him up. “snug like a bug in a rug.” Before I went to sit with him, I got a facecloth and ran it under cold water to put on his head. My mother used to do that when I was little. I don’t know if it works or not as far as relieving headache and fever. It was something immediate though, until the medecine kicked in. A way of letting him know that I was there and acknowledged the fact that he was feeling miserable. It was something that comforted him. Again, I don’t know if the cool facecloth works for the physical ailment, but, I know it helps on the emotional front.
I tried to cuddle with him on the couch. There’s nothing worse than watching as your little one is ill. He was like a squirmy little bug. I couldn’t stay with him on the couch, so I set up a spot to sleep on the floor. Not too comfortable for me, but, I was right there if he woke up scared or needing something.
These are the little moments that I treasure. My little boys are so indipendent and always on the go. To have that time to hold him and “be there” for my son reassuring, he is safe. That’s one of the best parts of this gig.
When the sun came up, he was ready for church. Recited his memorized bible verse when he entered his classroom and had an awesome morning. As exhausted as I felt getting through my morning, I wouldn’t have traded it. Not for anything in the world.
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