Last night I got up with her and knew that today would be a no-school day. It's haunting, these instincts. Today she was even sicker; watery eyes, no smiles, a cough that hurts to hear. It pains me to imagine not having spent the day by her side. I am lucky to have a partner who can share the parenting, who is flexible in his vision of how the day is 'supposed' to go, who feels her hurt when I feel it, too. We are both lucky.
No led primary this morning. Snuggles with my baby and a rest for the shoulders.
Tonight she struggled to sleep, and multiple times I flew up the stairs to calm her. Eventually the only thing that would work was to stand and rock her so that she could stretch way out long on her back and moan. I love her honesty. Even in misery she is beautiful and forthright and the sweetest little pickle.
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