This whole momma business – it’s killer on the nerves. It makes me worry, and smile, and empathize, and feel so grateful for everything this little being has brought to my life, and I find myself visualizing the most horrific things my mind can imagine and then praying that none of it will ever happen to my baby. And today, on day 3 of my little monkey being sick with something that I can’t pinpoint, Scott is taking her to the doctor to find out why she won’t eat, won’t open her eyes for more than a few minutes, and won’t let her little arms unravel around our necks as she clings on and whimpers and breaks my heart.
Poor little baby
I’m praying it’s just another ear infection. Though I must admit I’m worried about her, more so than last time only because she has no other symptoms – no runny nose telling me it’s a cold, no hoarse voice telling me it’s her throat, no chesty cough telling me it’s a respiratory infection - and my momma brain is in overdrive, though my gut is telling me to sit tight. Waiting for a text from Scott with some good news…..