November 1st, First Day of Thanks
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Last night Paisley came down with a cold. Scott had it first, then I had it, and we knew it was only a matter of time before the little guy took his turn with the Kleenex box and Vick's vapor rub. He was a trooper and tried powering through it. He went to bed like normal but was a little fussy at 12:30am. I watched him on the monitor and he wasn't awake, just rolling around. He quieted back down and went to sleep. At 2:30am he was up again...crying. Since he typically doesn't wake up at night or cry like this, I went in his room. I could hear how congested he was. Crying those few minutes didn't help with his congestion.
This is the first stuffy nose he has had, so I imagined he was probably scared as to why he couldn't breathe through his nose. I took him out of his crib, filled up a sippy cup with water (I've always heard dairy was not good to give someone that is congested) and we sat in the recliner and rocked. I figured if he slept sitting up on my chest, he might be able to breath a little easier. *At this point, you are probably wondering how I'm thankful for a sick baby*
He quickly calmed down in my arms and in the moon filled room, I could see him looking at my face. He put his hand on my cheek and closed his eyes. I listened to him breathe easier until his breathing fell into a rhythm that I knew meant he was sleeping. I kept on rocking. The house was silent. The only light was the time flashing on the radio and the moon streaming in. Scott was sound asleep in our room and I was there in the living room, rocking our sick baby. My mind was flooded with nothing but thanks at 3AM. I had zero interest in shutting my own eyes, I didn't want to miss a minute of this moment. So I kept on rocking.
Yes, my baby was sick. But this is just a little cold. Nothing that love from his Momma can't cure. He was calmed by being in my arms. My heart soared as I knew at that moment, all that baby wanted was to sleep in his Momma's arms. I was so happy to be able to meet that need. I gave thanks for that special moment, of my little boy needing me and me being able to meet his needs.
As the sun came up, I slipped him back into crib as he was breathing much easier. Next to the warmth of my husband, I realized that I may not be as well rested today as normal, but my night left me feeling full of life and love. For that, I give thanks.
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