Noah is sick. Stuffy nose and a fever. Last night was hell. Noah woke up every few hours, and Teresa ended up staying home from work today. Sad to say, that was great, as it was the first time we all three had any decent amount of time together in a long while.
I caught myself saying to Teresa this morning, “no baby deserves to be sick.” I was instantly struck by how blessed we are. Noah has the sniffles, and both Teresa and I are heart broken at his plight. I can’t BEGIN to imagine the heartache felt by parents who’s young children are stricken with a serious illness. Thank God Noah has thus far been a very healthy baby.
He woke up tonight at about 9:45, and wouldn’t let himself go back to sleep. Teresa got him out of his crib, which he had propped himself up inside of, on his knees, just waiting for someone to come in and save him. She changed his diaper while I warmed a bottle of milk. I wanted so badly to hold him. Teresa tried to breast feed him a little, but she had just pumped, so the well was a little dry. He refused to take a bottle from her, so I got my chance to hold him.
He laid in my arms, switching between drinking from the bottle, and just gnawing on it with his teething gums. Despite it being late, he was in a calm but playful mood. He eventually slid his arm out from behind me and began to clap his hand against mine. He just stared up at the fan, gnawed on the plastic nipple of the bottle, and clapped away. Once finished, he fell asleep on my shoulder, gently cooing that quiet satisfied sigh of a full baby. I couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful answer to “I wanted so badly to hold him.”
We are truly blessed. Despite the fact that Teresa and I spent 45 minutes talking about finances and jobs and savings and this and that, I’ll go to sleep tonight with a joyful tear in my eye knowing that laying quietly (for a while anyway) in the other room is the second most beautiful creation God ever blessed the world to make.
The first will be by my side.
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