People tell you, punkin, that it's horrible when your baby's sick.
People tell you that you feel their discomfort with them. People tell you that you wish you could take it all away.
I know my mum told me that. Told me that everytime I was sick, she fervently wished that she could take all of my pain and suffering onto herself, to spare me that.
You've spent the last few days having another bout of gastro. Nowhere near as severe as the first time, so we've been able to keep you out of hospital, but bad enough that you've spent the last two days at home feeling not very happy, and not being able to eat or drink anything very much at all.
The whole time you've been sick, especially all day Friday, when I stayed home to be with you, all I wanted was to take it away from you. I want you to be able to be the happy joyful loud playful exuberant energetic handful that you usually are. I want you to be able to eat, and not have a sore tummy and if that was as easy as experiencing all of your symptoms myself, well then that would be the easiest thing in the world to say yes to. To see your smile again, punkin, I would do anything at all.
This photo, in the lovely new hoodie your Aunty Amy (england) sent, is the first time since Wednesday you've been out of your pyjamas.
You're getting better now, but it's slowly slowly, and you're still pretty unhappy with the whole thing. We'll get there.
Love you,
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My son is 8 months old. He's only had one teeny-weeny cold in all that time. I am so very dreading the day he gets a real sickness.
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