So everyone at our house is a little bit sick with a cold this week. Tonight I tucked everyone in, and then a few hours later I heard wails and cries downstairs from McKenna. I could tell she was really upset, but I would have bet money that she jest needed a diaper change. Everything is so much more dramatic when you don't feel well.
I asked her if she needed a new diaper, and she said, "Yes," with a really sad voice. Then as I was laying her on the spare bed and, "My tummy hurt, mommy." Oh, sweet thing with a yucky tummy. I did not have the heart to put her back to bed. Especially when after I changed her she said, "Ah, I beher." And then spoke really slowly to get all the words in there, "I feel beher (better) now."
I took her upstairs and together we cuddled on the couch. I watched a show while she ate a cookie and put her head on my shoulder. We talked about her favorite book, and she pointed out all the daddies at work (in an office) in the show I was watching. When the show was over, we picked out a baby doll for her to take to bed with her, and that was that. In that moment I could not have had more love for my life as a mother.
And to be honest, I missed all three of them until I fell asleep, and I might have been hoping that little Lizza would need a midnight feeding.
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