My poor little man has what appears to be a bad case of spring allergies. He has a cough that just won't quit, and today was prescribed 3 different prescriptions to get him through the next month, which is supposed to be laden with pollen. I wish I could pick him up and hold him, and sit in the rocker with him and spend my days baking him cookies (because cookies always make it better)! But instead I will settle for him sitting next to me on the couch while he gets his breathing treatments (which luckily after 2 years of respiratory issues, he's a champ at), and reading all the books he'll bring to me to read him while we cuddle.
I know he won't even remember this summer, or the fact that I was laid up for its entirety. But it still breaks my heart when he comes up to me and says: "come play trains with me momma," or "come outside and play on the swing with me, momma," and I have to say that momma needs to stay on the couch and rest, and that the baby needs me to rest. Sometimes he gets mad (how much can you really expect a 2-year-old to understand about the situation?), but sometimes he looks at me and says "okay, momma," and then tells me he wants to give the baby a kiss and a hug. This is, by far, the sweetest thing I've ever seen him do. I'd let him do it all day if he wanted to.
Also, I'm aware that this is quickly turning into the Owen blog. But he is pretty much the sunshine of my life right now, and his sweetness and (mostly) unconditional love power me through my most boring, stressful and anxious days. And that is really important when you have as many boring, stressful and anxious days as I do.
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