My baby has sick breath. I don’t know what other moms call it, but that is how I refer to it. Before the cough kicks in…before the stuffy nose…before the fussiness…I know it’s coming…because of the sick breath.
This morning…she had it…and it broke my heart. I just wanted to snuggle with her on the couch and watch Mickey Mouse. I wanted to make her a grilled cheese sandwich for lunch and cut it in the shape of a heart. I wanted to pretend to eat her nose because she giggles uncontrollably when I do that.
Instead, I had to kiss her sweet face and go to work. And I had to be reminded once again that I, despite the desires of my heart, am not a stay at home mom.
Not that I really needed the reminder.
It’s Monday…
It’s cold…
I’m 33 weeks pregnant and I’m tired…
And the vending machine is out of strawberry Pop Tarts. Whoever thought that the brown sugar variety was an acceptable substitute was sadly mistaken.
And my baby has sick breath.
Thank you so much for your prayers, and for your sweet posts on my blog. We have been at my folk’s house in AR for a couple of days, and I am feeling much better. There’s just something soothing about home…
I’m sorry you’re having to work when you’re pregnant and tired, and that you have to leave your little one. It must be so hard for you.
I’m praying for you, too…
((((hugs))))
So sorry your girl is sick. That has to be so hard. But, I have to say I’ve never heard of sick breath. You continue to teach me so much.
PS. I will gladly trade your brown sugar pop tart for my strawberry one. Wish I read this yesterday so I could walk over and surprise you with one.
Hi Stacy,
I so hear ya there. Even though I don’t have kids (yet…), I hear you wholeheartedly on this. I would love nothing more than to be a stay-at-home mom. Know that I will be praying for you and the desires of your heart, and also for your expanding family!
Blessings,
Stacy