Peanut got it much worse than Bug and as I laid on the couch with my sick little Boo Boo, I couldn't help but get upset. As a parent, I want to protect my child from everything. He was so pathetic slumped in my arms or doubled over using my leg as a pillow, I wanted nothing more than to wrap him in my arms, kiss his little pink cheeks and whisper my love you's over and over.
As he laid between my legs or sometimes even beside me radiating heat in the middle of the night, I could do nothing but stroke his hair and wish that it were me instead of him.
I had a horrible thought when I saw him place his hand on his stomach, what if he was having stomach pains or his apendix had burst and he doesn't yet have the ability to tell me his complaints?
Yes, I'm paranoid about appendicitis - my dad almost died from it.
I couldn't help but think this would be the first of many illnesses, will it ever get easier?