Sicky Sweet

My sweet boy is sick. I hate this more than I ever thought I would ever hate anything. I know he's going to be fine. Babies get sick. They get colds like everyone else. He's even had a couple already and after a couple days, he feels better. But while he's sick, I absolutely hate it. It tears me up inside for him to feel miserable. I worry about him and I get exhausted because I can't sleep when he's under the weather. This is kind of an unexpected aspect of motherhood. I mean, I knew I would worry, and I knew I would hate when he got sick, but I didn't realize the intensity these feelings would take on. I just can't wait till he feels better.