Mar 18 2011
Make Me Better Mommy
Never before has Annada just laid on the coach.
Annada is sick, probably with the stomach flu. Let’s just say I’ve been doing a lot of laundry.
It’s almost like having an infant again. All day today I carried her around. She was so limp I couldn’t tell if she was awake without looking at her eyes. If I set her down, not even her fingers would move. Just the whites of her eyes.
This morning she woke up crying. I picked her up, gave her some water to drink and laid her down on my bed. She put her head on me and just laid there for over an hour. I rubbed her back and hands.
After an hour I offered her some more water (we have to take even water very slowly). She looked at me, and in a very soft sad voice said, “Make me better Mommy.”
Oh I wish I could!
This afternoon she was able to keep down some ibuprofen and perked up a little. She still laid around, but she was talking more. We went back to laying on my bed, but this time her soft little voice made requests of what to rub: “Ears… back… hands…” And most often, “I need soda, Momma.”
She is such a trooper. She tries her hardest to aim into a bowl and is usually gripping one. She isn’t complaining. And she makes sure that anything she gets (like soda or a popsicle), I get too.
Laying in my bed.