Wrapped

I will start this post by reminding you of Sam's projectile poo from last week. Well, Shiloh caught that bug, the projectile poo led to projectile puking, which led to a horrible cough that kept everyone up night after night. So you might think I am writing this post to complain about my exhausted, unkempt state. Wrong.

Even though the last few days have proven to be some of the hardest in terms of no sleep (Shi managed about 3 hours the first night and 6 the second, none of them consecutive...) and having a 6am 2 year old wakeup call brought the longest part of the day. When is nap time again??? These last few days I have fallen in love with my kids all over again. Monday, after a horrible night that left Erik covered in vomit at 3am I packed the kids up and headed out to emerg. You might think it crazy that I spent 4 hours in a waiting room with a screaming baby and a toddler and came out with rejuvenated love, but I did. These are the moments that you expect to be the lowest of you parenting career, but my Sam came through with flying colors. Most toddlers when faced with being cooped up in a waiting room with only the few toys mommy packed in the morning, a snack that was consumed in the first 20min of being there and a mom with only $1 in her pocket and four vending machines with candy and drinks that all require at least $1.25 would be going bananas. Not my Sam. Shiloh had finally passed out in her stroller and Sam was sitting on my knee watching the 13inch TV with no volume. He reached his little arms up and put them around my neck, ahh the cuddle. It got better, after a few minutes he looked up at me, planted a soft little boy kiss on my cheek and followed that with a "I just love you mommy". My heart grew three sizes.

At 3am that next morning, I was walking Shiloh holding her upright trying to give her some reprieve from the constant hacking fits she was having. She was exhausted and so was I. She had stopped crying and was just groaning. Her little head was rested on my shoulder, and I could feel her hot breath on my neck. Shiloh was groaning but at the same time babbling "ma ma ma ma ma". I know she is only eight months and wasn't likely referring directly to me, but at that moment I didn't want to be anywhere else.

It's true that my kids have me wrapped, but even as I may try I cannot figure out what is wrong with that.