My little man is so sick. Except for the time that both he and Maisy were in the hospital with roto-virus, I'm not sure I have ever seen him so sick. I know its unreasonable, but my heart hurts when I see him this way, because I remember how fragile life can be.
He is getting so big. And I can't imagine my life without him. He was such a pleasant surprise. We had decided that our little family was done, but he wasn't okay with that and in the midst of hospitalizations and rounds of specialists for Maisy, he grew and developed. It was such a blessing to once again know the miracle of a baby being born healthy. I carried him for so long in my little sling, feeling him close and loving every minute of it. And then one day he was done and wanted nothing to do with being held by mommy.
And now he's big and independent. He outgrows his clothes and I pack them up and take them over to Ezra. And each time I feel a little tug, because he isn't little anymore.
But now I am going to sit and savor the moment, while my house falls apart around me, because at the moment he does want his mommy.
2 comments:
Boys are so wonderful!
it makes me so sad to see him so sick! he wanted so badly to play with "baby olive" today. i swear they both think they are best friends. she kept trying to get down to see him and he just stared up at her wanting to play. it made me so sad! let me know if there is anything we can do. go to the store for you or whatever you need. love you guys.
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