Ok, now I'm just stretching it. Knowing that most of my followers are fellow moms, I understand that the previous paragraph is laughable. But laughable with a few sighs of hope, because really - wouldn't that be amazing? So even though I know everyone has mornings that followed a night of babies crying, or waking up having missed the alarm, or just having a plain old stubborn toddler (because they grow out of this, right?), I feel that on this morning, mine was grosser than most.
Apparently both the boys have some sort of virus that includes a cough, runny nose, and as a bonus, Declan's came fully equipped with an ear infection. It was already a sleepless night for all, but the cherry was when Nathan brought Declan back to our bed around 6:30am. Deck had already sucked down an entire sippy of water (N8 says, "Boy, he's so thirsty!") and is halfway through his second cup (that N8 gave him, after I said, "He doesn't need more water,") when I took it away. Declan cries and cries and spits up a little on my pillow (never Nathan's) and I go to pick him up. When he's at the 45 degree angle from the bed to my shoulder, suddenly his mouth opens wide and he does his best impression of the girl from The Exorcist and all of the water (and thankfully not much else) erupted FULL FORCE all over me. And I want you to know, when I say, "all over me" I don't mean a little on my shirt. I mean covering my face and hair, all over my chest and legs (I was somewhat scantily clad as I was in my pjs) and the worst part: in my eye. MY EYE! I shrieked very loudly, which in turn made him cry more, and I made Nathan delay going to work so I could immediately get in the shower.
Since then my morning has been as you would imagine: trip to the doctor, lots of snuggling, and just in general taking care of two somewhat happy boys (Declan felt much better after throwing up). Like most moms, I wish I could just be sick instead of them. It's so hard to watch anyone you love being sick, but the little ones are the worst. Although I complain sometimes (did I mention my eye??), I take what I can from it. And you'll never hear me complain about the 2 little arms wrapped tightly around my neck while a heavily-breathing baby is resting his head on my shoulder. I secretly want him to stay this little forever. I know what happens. They grow up. They don't want to hug and kiss anymore (at least, not their mom). And then they leave you (or rather, go on to be strong independent men of the world if you want to be all fancy). So until that happens I'll take the poopy diapers, the bloody teeth falling out, and even vomit in my eye. And I'll love every minute of it because it is a part of this amazing life that I am living. I wouldn't trade my sick little Decky-Doober for any other little boy who didn't barf in my eye.
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