Yesterday was hard on me. At least for moments here and there.
Olivia has a virus – this fever thing that we’re just
supposed to wait out like you do a snowstorm. Today is day 1½ with this
bad health, and I am hoping it can be our last. I am wussy with this kind of thing.
I don't like to see Olivia being not-so-Olivia. Last
night in the bathtub, she only sat and stared at the water flowing from the
spout – hardly blinking and hardly smiling. I’d never seen that side of my
splashing, jabbing, laughing water-babe. “Olivia? Do you want to get out?” I
asked, and she said “Yeah.” I pulled her onto my towel-covered lap. She leaned against my chest and fell asleep, hair and skin still dripping.
I wrapped the towel around her and cried those silent tears.
They weren’t fearful ones; she’ll be better soon. My heart, though, felt
that feeling for my darling girl that seasoned mothers will mention – that love that
hurts to feel.
And I am wussy when it comes that kind of thing. Please bless that Olivia never has to ache too
much. I think her pain could kill me.
Let's hope that today is happier. And easier. Hoping!!
Photo: not from last night’s bath, clearly. She’s
bright-eyed here. This one was from a few nights ago. I snapped it because earlier that day I re-read something by Maya Angelou (that I’ve long adored)
about loving moments with your children because one day those moments will be
gone. More thoughts on her perfect words coming soon.
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ReplyDeleteOh sweetie, hang in there! Sick babies really cause the heart some pain. Thinking of you and sweet baby Olivia! Get better soon.
ReplyDeletePS The comment above by Pam Young was me... I forgot to log off my mother-in-laws account after doing some work for her. Oops!