I shouldn’t say worry. Concern, perhaps. My little babe who used to be so terribly sick ALL the time has picked up some kind of sickness that feels all too familiar. The last few days have been all about helping this baby recover through sleep and fluids. Thankfully, baby does drink. And baby does sleep. But a point of lethargy has been acquired that has me feeling a little on the concerned side :/ In counting today, I realized we are on day six of fevering. Baby just hangs and drags.
Today, baby actually took bites of food on purpose! This was small, but a great victory. But after maybe three bites, baby reached to be held, and then points for the hallway, in the direction of the bedroom. Baby begged for sleep. I laid the little one down and they didn’t flinch.
Sick babies have me worrying. Sick babies have me ordering things on Amazon. Sick babies have me calling the doctor tomorrow.
Please pray for our dear sickie pants 💜 There is SO much love for every child, but the particularly sick ones need that kind of prayer that much more often. And in this case, that means now.
I love the toasty snuggles, but I am missing the vibrant movement and games. Protect us, Lord.