Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Sometimes you just have to cry

When you are a mother there are just sometimes you have to cry!  Evan started to get sick yesterday afternoon.  Today he woke up with a full blown illness.  I am crying because he can't sleep and he needs to.  I am crying because I can tell how bad he feels and there really isn't a whole lot I can do to make him feel better.  I am crying because he just fell asleep and he looks soo sick lying in his crib propped up on pillows so he has a chance at staying asleep.  I am crying because I am worried that he won't be able to shake this illness like the last time.  I am crying because I have NO IDEA how we are going to make it through the family pictures tonight!  I am crying because I just got puked on.  

There are so many wonderful aspects to being a mother (taking care of my little guy is one of them), but sometimes you just have to cry.  

Thankfully we have good doctors!

10 comments:

Lynn said...

Venting is good too.
I hope things get better really soon for your little man. Being sick is no fun for anyone....especially little people.

Dorienne said...

My heart is aching for him. I hope he feels better very soon and I hope you take the time to nurture yourself too.

motherofangels said...

I wish you would have called me!!!

Teresa said...

I definitely agree with your title...crying can sometimes work wonders. I'm sorry to hear Evan is sick, and I hope he gets well fast.

Michelle said...

Poor Evan, and poor Kira! Nothing makes a mommy feel more helpless than a sick child. You are such a wonderful mother - Evan's a lucky boy. Hope things get better soon!

The Hall Family said...

(((HUGS))) You're such a good mom! I can just tell, Kira! These others are right- Evan is so lucky! Here is a poem I was sent today- just made me think of you :)

Before I was a Mom,
I never tripped over toys
or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn't worry whether or not
my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.

Before I was a Mom,
I had never been puked on.
Pooped on.
Chewed on.
Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind
and my thoughts.
I slept all night.

Before I was a Mom,
I never held down a screaming child
so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night
watching a baby sleep.

Before I was a Mom,
I never held a sleeping baby just because
I didn't want to put her down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces
when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small
could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.

Before I was a Mom,
I didn't know the feeling of
having my heart outside my body..
I didn't know how special it could feel
to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond
between a mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small
could make me feel so important and happy.

Before I was a Mom,
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night
every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth,
the joy,
the love,
the heartache,
the wonderment
or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much,
before I was a Mom.

Carla said...

Sorry you are feeling so sad, but I understand why. I hope he comes out of it soon and feels better.
You are right, sometimes you just have to cry. I'm sure family pics went well...

Lisa L said...

Sorry to hear about Evan. Does he have the flu? I hope he gets better soon. Sleep while he sleeps.

Linz said...

I hope Evan feels better soon! My heart goes out to you. And, I completely understand the crying thing, sick baby or not. Sometimes, you just have let go.

Peter and Mandy said...

Yes sometimes you just have to cry. I came home sick from work on Friday and went straight to bed. I woke up a couple of times but basically was out. Peter woke me up at 8 and said he had gotten dinner and I needed to come downstairs. I told him I didn't feel well and couldn't make it downstairs. Somehow he didn't understand that I could be that sick. He tried propping me up and I burst into tears. After that he understood that I really didn't feel well. He brought me dinner in bed and ice water. I ate and went promptly back to sleep. I've been taking Tylenol all day and now that it is 1:35am Sunday morning I'm feeling great...I have a few more hours until the meds wear off...so yes sometimes you just have to cry. I think Peter understands now :)