Grateful for LIFE

The past few nights I’ve spent lots of hours rocking and soothing a sick tot – Truman. He’s had a hard time falling asleep and he likes when I rock him on his bed… or hold his hand until he falls asleep. On Thursday night I could hear him wheezing inside. I pray for little Tru… that he will be healthy in body and mind. He’s a tough 2-year-old. I’ve prayed so many times that we can know how to teach and guide him.

I thought of all the moms throughout time who have rocked sick children through the night … some tots who took their last breath in her arms. I’m sure these moms did all they could to make things well. But wow – how incredibly hard that would be. It makes my heart hurt to know that other moms have dealt with that.

These thoughts while rocking and rocking and rocking, helped me feel so appreciative for modern medicine. I know all illnesses can’t be conquered with antibiotics, breathing treatments, and advil… but for our minor illnesses they work wonders.

Last night Tru was up from 1 a.m. to 6 a.m. Yes – 5 hours. It was so weird… and hard. After 2 or 3 hours I was spent. Jimmy took care of the rest of the night. Today a trip to the doctor, antibiotics, and a few breathing treatments later… we’re hoping he’s on the mend and will sleep through the night.

So – yes… another random sleepy-mom journal entry that makes little sense. But in the end… I love Tru and his sweet little face. I’m glad he’s getting better.

Mother and Child by Picasso