I took this picture as Owlie told me, “I don’t like being sick, mama. It feels like mad.”
High fever. Achy body. Wrapped up in a blankie with only a little diaper on. Not hungry. Sad eyes. Napping throughout the day. Throwing up all night.
I am the nurse mommy. I would just hold him all day long if he wanted me to. I give him medicine and water. I make him toast and beds on the floor. I place his burning brow to my cheek. And I worry. It is the work of love.
It’s Friday. It’s rainy. And we’re home feeling punk.