Come, Mommy

Both of the boys have been sick over the weekend. Liam started with stuffiness on Friday during the daytime, and then went on to spend a lot of the night up and coughing from croup. At this point Liam is feeling well enough that he can return to school tomorrow. His poor brother, however, is a few days behind him and is just.plain.miserable. He started exhibiting the symptoms only yesterday, so if Liam is any guide, Kieran has a while to go yet. His eyes are oozing, his nose is running, and when he isn’t sneezing, he’s coughing. And his head hurts, and he’s a bit feverish. I thank the inventors of ibuprofen from the bottom of my heart, for a dose of that liquid gold will help him feel better for at least a couple of hours at a shot.

I was trying to sympathize with him this afternoon:

Me: “Kiri, I know it stinks to have a cold. It is hard to be sick, but it will get better.”

Kiri: “Hard, Bobby, hard. Also, too, Bobby…by dose is bwoke. Also icky-ooky, too!”

Translation: “Hard, Mommy, hard. Also, too, Mommy, my nose is broke. Also icky-ooky, too!”, meaning his nose so so stuffy it must be broken past the point of repair, and it’s oozing constantly.

I feel so sorry for him, but fortunately he is at the point where a lot of cuddling helps him feel better. I love being able to help by doing something so simple, and I know at some point he will present me with a problem that a little sympathy and hugs will not solve.

Slow down, boys, you needn’t grow so darn fast!