You know when you think everything in your life is going perfect and you say a little praise to God about how blessed you feel and you smile all the way home cause you had a good day at work, and then a great night with your mom filled with a wonderful movie (The Vow) and a terrific meal (at Cornerstone's) and my mom and I had lots of laughs and talked and like I said a overall great night. So back to saying my praise to God, on the way home I am thinking about how blessed I feel with my family and that I am heading home to my husband and to my Sugarbug (that is my nickname for Lil Hoff) and I'm hoping that he is still awake - (when I say "he" I am basically meaning either one, Farmboy or Lil Hoff) and I was excited when I pulled up and the lights were still on in Lil Hoff's room and my heart fluttered a little bit that I would be greeted with a smile from my little guy and get caught up with my husband. As I walked into the house I am greeted by Roscoe and I talked to him as I am making my way through the house and as I walked into the living room I was taken back with a mess. Lil Hoff's quilts are all over the ground and I walked into the kitchen and Farmboy's meal is still spread all over the kitchen with a plate of food still sitting on the island I think to myself "This can't be good" So then I hunt down my family and find Lil Hoff waking up in our bedroom and starting to cry and Farmboy was in the shower. When he saw that I was home he was very excited and I heard a big sigh of relief and then the words "Lil Hoff is not feeling good" and my heart stopped. As I picked him up, I could tell right away that Farmboy was right. He wasn't grinning and he just had a glazed look to him. He was just so serene and that might be nice if that is they way Lil Hoff usually is, but my baby at 8:30 at night is crying and wanting his bottle and wanting to go to bed. Farmboy then said that he has held him most the night and that is why the house looks like it does (I think he was just covering up so I didn't get mad, ha). At 9:30 he was still just as quiet and when we put him down he barely ate 3 oz. when normally at night he eats between 6 oz and 8 oz. He slept pretty good until 4:30 this morning when he nose got so congested that he couldn't breathe and then he started coughing and woke himself up. I went in twice to put a pacifier in but he couldn't hold the pacifier in and breathe so I gave up and really woke him up with cleaning his nose out and changing his diaper. We then ate a little bit and I put him in his swing and he spent the rest of the morning coming and going from sleep.
It broke my heart this morning to think of taking him to the baby sitter's, but he didn't have a fever so I had no other choice.
This morning was very quiet.
A little too quiet.
He was just so content but then he would cough and it sounded so horrible.
So I took his chair, Vick's, saline drops, and nose syringe to the baby sitter's today and said good luck. Kissed my sugarbug several times and walked slowly away.
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