Pierce had a seizure Sunday night. He fell face first into the bathtub when it began. My husband was reading a book to him, so concentrated on making the story exciting he did not notice him topple over. 5, 10 seconds in the water? Enough to bring terrors I had never known. . .
My sweet boy was sick. Only 30 minutes into his night rest he awoke crying. I placed him on my chest and we laid in my bed together . After quite some time of restlessness, he finally found sleep again. I carefully laid him back in his crib and stretched my limbs in relief. Shortly… Continue reading The Sweetest Aches of Life
I cannot leave a room without the sound of your little feet following close behind. You are not requiring me to hold you, play with you, or even acknowledge your presence. You simply just want to be wherever I am. From room to room we travel as one, and if ever I try to sneak… Continue reading At What Moment Am I No Longer the Hero?