I've a sick baby around here. I'm reminded of his itty bitty, more helpless days, when we were up multiple times in the wee hours, when he slept on my chest.
And although I'd give my right, cellulite-clad leg to see this kid 100% better, I wouldn't trade his lying on my chest for an HOUR, his breathing strained under the sickness,
Or our slow-dancing to Christmas music,
Or the vick's vapor rub massage to his precious body.
And even though my cabin fever's about to send me over,
There's never been a better time to be momma.