Today I am thankful for the nurse I become when my baby gets hurt.
Not that I think I can magically fix everything but there is some instinct in me that comes out when Lil Hoff gets hurt. Like last night when he got this shiner. He was sitting in the recliner with Farmboy and he decided to climb down and just as soon as he was on the footstool it gave way and down he went right into the fireplace. (I am also thankful for tough little boys) He instantly started crying and it swelled up and turned blue and as I am trying to get him to take BooBoo Bear and hold it to his face to make it better, it seemed like just having me around him makes the whole situation better. I would then hold BooBoo Bear up to my face and say "oh he makes me feel better" and Farmboy would laugh but the Lil Hoff would hold it up to his eye. (BooBoo Bear has a ice pack in his belly)
So while I feel like we have had our fair share of falls, scrapes, and bruises, I am sure more is to come and I hope to always be confident in the nurse that I can be for him.
The next morning he is still being a trooper. When he would rub his eye or roll on that side of his face he would say "it hurts momma". I can only imagine.
He was up at 4:30 this morning, so he got a little cat nap on the way to the babysitters this morning.
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