When I found out I was pregnant, I was so worried about my five day old. “I want him to be my baby forever.” is apparently what I said, while crying hysterically. It was not my finest moment, and my sweet husband will never let me forget it I am sure. 🙂 I was worried though. I just had this wonderful, sweet, beautiful thing happen to me, and here I was about to rock his world in about 8 months. I wanted my baby to stay my baby.
Here I am, 9 months later. I have a two week old in my lap and my sweet almost nine month old is napping in his crib. It’s beautiful, guys. I have learned that not only do I still love my baby. He is still my baby, and I appreciate him even more now I think. I love the time that I have with just him. I love when I get to pick him up from daycare and even when I am bathing him. He’s so great and nothing makes me happier than having TWO sweet baby boys!!
Yesterday, the unthinkable happened. Ken and I both ended up with the dreaded stomach virus. Sure, the stomach virus is bad enough by itself, but then, you add an 8 month old and a 1 week old in there and it’s pretty much life altering it seems at the time.
Me being me, the first thing I thought was to call my parents. Surely, they would take at least one of the boys. Well, they came and loaded up BOTH of them to take them to their house for the night. After the virus passed, Ken and I got a good night’s sleep.
When I called to check on the boys this morning, I found out that both of my parents had also ended up sick in the night, but still took care of our babies while being sick, something that Ken and I thought we couldn’t do. This just goes to show me what real parenting looks like. Even when your child is 29 and a mother of two, you suck it up and deal with your sickness while taking care of two YOUNG babies. It’s called selflessness. Parenting takes a lot of that and I am here to tell you that Deborah and Stanley FIveash have it in spades. I hope to one day, maybe not today, but one day be the parents that they are.