I want my Mommy!!

There is something so bittersweet about a sick child. My heart aches with each grimace or grunt, but there is also a sweet reward in being the one person that they want comfort from. Watching James make eye contact with me during his breathing treatments, and feeling Jack's fevered hand clasping onto my finger are treasured moments. Not to mention that I should have some serious guns after carrying around 16 pounds worth of James all week, and I think I could start a fashion trend with the permanent coat of snot on my shoulder from Jack's nose. Would I ever forfeit being their comforter?? Absolutely not! Do I feel that I have met my 5-year quota for sick children in the last four days?? You betcha! With the boys and John combined, here is a rundown of our treatments since Thursday afternoon...we have made 2 trips to the ER (one for each child), completed 19 breathing treatments, a full round of steroids, 1/2 round of antibiotics, 2 doses of tylenol, 5 cups of theraflu, 2 vicks plug-ins, 3 gallons of cool-mist humidifier, around 20 episodes of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, and a partridge in a pear tree. There has been lots of crying, whining, and pleading for "Mommmmmy!!!" or Mamamama in James' case (purely coincidence that he cries with the M sound I'm sure...precious). However, I can't say that I blame them. At the end of a very LONG night on Saturday I was in the same boat as the children crying for my Mommy. "Will you please come help me?" Praise God for the voice on the other end of the phone, "I'll be on the next flight!" No matter how old you are, when it comes down to it, sometimes you just want your Mommy. This is how I felt.