under the weather

*photo courtesy of Papa


Post-breakfast. Head on mummy’s shoulder, fingers entwined in my hair (your own personal lovie), it was only 9 am and you were already flagging.

Today was a long one, babygirl. A lot of coughing and a nose like a faucet, interspersed with games that mummy just couldn’t seem to get right, cartoons that just weren’t funny enough, meals that couldn’t impress your out-of-whack taste buds, and one very short nap. But wait, there’s more! We topped it all off with a good old puke all over mummy’s bed. “Smells like cheese.”, you offered.

As I sit here writing, with you next to me on the couch, the room lit only by the glow of the computer screen, I am revelling in the quiet and regrouping for tomorrow. And praying, praying that you feel better.

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  1. Naomi Britton
    Posted January 14, 2012 at 09:23 | Permalink

    Auntie fang liked the ‘smells like cheese’

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