It’s 5:30 in the morning, and Buggie wakes up babbling, happy as can be. I roll out of bed and get ready for work. We head downstairs and I fix him some toast and put it on his table for him and he happily eats it all. I think to myself, “Great, this stomach bug is over and we can all resume our normal lives…”
Just before I can get him on the couch to change his diaper and clothes the cough/gag starts again, all too familiar. I wasn’t so quick with the towel this time and now it’s all over my carpet.
I’m thankful for days like these, honestly. My usually rambunctious boy becomes so sweet and innocent, and I’m reminded that he may be growing up, but he will always need his mommy at sometime in his life.
Hey, even space rangers get sick sometimes.