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What a difference a summer makes

standard September 25, 2007 3 responses

I love summer. I love the warmth. I love the activities. I love the long lazy afternoons. Most of all, I love the lack of colds and germs. It’s been at least two months since I’ve been woken up in the middle of the night by the harsh sounds of C coughing in her sleep. In fact, it’s been so long that I’ve managed to lose her inhaler. Oops.

A few days ago the weather changed, the temperatures dropped, and right on cue C caught a cold. A little runny nose. A little cough. No fever. Nothing to worry about. But that first day, I realized how much my baby has grown in just a few months. She can blow her own nose; no more dreaded monster nose bulb. She can put her hand in front of her mouth when she coughs. And most importantly, she can easily tell me what she’s feeling.

“I woked up because I cough too much.”

“Mama! I trew up!”

“Mama, no more medicine. I can’t like medicine.”

I spoon feed her cough syrup. I ask her if her head hurts. When she calls to me to say that she’s thrown up and I find no trace of it in her crib, she can confirm that she only threw up a little in her mouth. It makes such a huge difference. Beyond the puke thing, I mean. The language barrier has been broken. No more bumbling in the dark, holding a crying child, trying to figure out what’s wrong and how to fix it. No more endless rocking a feverish child, waiting for her to go back to sleep.

I hear her cough and I go in to check on her. Her sweaty head rests on her pillow. As I look down I realize that she’s officially a little girl. She may still be wearing footy pajamas and sucking a pacifier, but in reality there’s no baby left in that crib. And, as glad as I may be that things are easier now, I wish I’d known that last time she was sick would be the last time I rocked her in the glider. I would have savored the moment, imprinted it in my brain a little more carefully. Now all I can do is smooth her damp hair off her face and gently rest my hand on her forehead as she sinks back into sleep.

As I tiptoe away I hear her murmur.

“I love you too mammy…”

It’s not all bad this growing up thing.

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3 responses

  • Thank you for reminding us to cherish the little things before they are gone.

  • Aaaahhh, I hate that summer’s over. I have to agree w/ you, it was a really nice, cold-free summer for us too. A’s come down w/ a cold this weekend too, and it’s a doozy, w/ very little sleep for mommy. (Sigh, why do they always want mommy when they’re sick?)

    A loves medicine though & has been trying to convince me she’s sicker than she really is to get some more. She’s still learning how to blow her nose, and tends to blow in then out, but I’m sure she’ll get it soon. 🙂

    I hope C feels better soon!

  • I like it when they are able to tell you how they feel. Its so much easier.

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