I never was one for the phrase “bless my heart” until I became a mother. And as our first has gotten ‘older’ (she’s 3 1/2), I just can’t help it sometimes.
She spiked a high fever 2 days ago so we didn’t let her hold Elliot for the past 2 days. Pretty sure that was worse pain for her than the actual achey-ness of the virus.
She would ask me with a sad voice, already knowing what the answer would be: “can I hold baby Elliot mom?” … “No sweetie.”
Yesterday after her afternoon nap, she woke up feeling better and we had this conversation:
A: “is it tomorrow now?”
Me: “no not yet… It’s afternoon time. But after you sleep tonight, it will be tomorrow, sunday, and as long as your fever is still gone, you can hold baby Elliot then.” (Seeing as she was on the verge of tears, I continued) “I know it’s disappointing Hun, but those darn fever germs… We just have to make sure they’re totally gone so we don’t get Elliot sick because that could be dangerous for him.”
A: well I won’t get have fever germs mom! I can do it!
Sure enough, Sunday morning she woke up fever free and the first thing she said when I walked into her room was: “is it tomorrow now? I feel better so I don’t have a fever so I can hold Baby Elliot now!!”