Should have knocked harder

I was sitting at breakfast with a friend yesterday morning, and one of us said something about how our kids have not been sick in several months. We knocked on wood ... I, apparently, should have knocked harder or just kept my mouth shut, because the first thing I noticed this morning was Quinn's cute, sexy, deep voice. SICK!!

Her nose started running a few hours later. By 4 pm she was resigned to the couch, and I sent her to bed at 6 pm with some Benedryll for her nose. Sad little thing called for me a few hours later. She was so congested, and she sounded so sick and so sad. I put a blanket under her pillow to elevate her head and got her some Tylenol. I hear her call for me every now and then, but by the time I get down there, she is already back asleep.

Poor little nugget. Something about this cold seems different than anything I have seen as a mother. But I figured out why. It is because this is the first time that Quinn has been sick AND had the ability to talk to me about it. She can ask me to swipe her nose or tell me that she is tired. And I love listening to her little sick voice. It is just this really real reminder that she is growing up. It makes me just want to Squeeze her till her giggles ... which I did a lot of today!

Figures crossed for a fast recovering, but in the mean time, I'll just enjoy the nursing side of motherhood.