The last 2 nights haven’t been easy.
Our little fella woke up with a fever on Tuesday morning, got all whiny and clingy especially when it came to being sponged. One of us had to call in urgent leave to monitor him through the day. And thankfully by afternoon, he managed some giggles, smiles along with some food in and didn’t warrant much monitoring until last night.
Last night was nasty for us both. I was woken up by Liam’s calls on the baby monitor at about 3am. Stumbled over as I usually do, gave him a little cuddle & pat, slept next to him thinking he just wanted to be pacified but 20 minutes later, he started regular intervals of fussing.
Maybe I was really exhausted from the day’s work but some fussing later, I snapped “enough Liam! Go back to sleep!” , getting him off from my baby belly and putting him back to bed. It was then I realized that his temperature had also spiked.
I felt terrible for snapping at him and putting him down. Yet the backaches from sleeping sideways were just killing every sanity I had.
And then my little fella apologized: “I’m sorry mummy, mummy hold hand.” “Please mummy hold hand”.
I gasped at the fool I was. All my son wanted me to do to soothe his discomfort was just to hold his hand and be there for him. A simple gesture that I had over assume on his part trying to be difficult.
And that’s all he continues to ask of me for most of today. To hold his hand as he lies down battling his fever.
I think I’m the one that needs growing up.
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