For the past few days, my Beanie-Belle has been sick. And I mean, sick. The whole she-bang: congested, snot-nosed, teary-eyed, feverish.
And…I loved it.
Here, you can have the Mother of the Year Award back for that confession. Sorry it’s so sticky.
But it’s true.
My little Bean needed me. Okay, so she’s ten months old, I get it, she needs me. But feeling crummy? Oh, how she needed me!
The sickly germs rattling around her little chest and dripping out of her nose weren’t so horrible when I was holding her close. And she wanted so badly to sleep, but sleep was only so sweet unless she was curled against my chest. Her favorite foods and toys just couldn’t do the trick like a snuggle from mama would. For the past three days, no one else would do.
Now she’s on the mend. Now she’s on the move. I can’t hold her fuzzy head against the small space below my neck for longer than a fraction of a second, because she just caught sight of something colorful and noisy. I’m so glad she’s feeling better, but…
I thrived on a needy Beanie. Le sigh. My days are numbered.