The Caregiver

I wrote this post awhile ago when sickness was running rampant at our house, and just never published it.  It was whiney(er) and (more) self absorbed than usual...but I suppose the purpose of this whole "project" is for me to document that, so here it is.  (luckily, everyone is now healthy and back to "normal")

Our pretty little happy girl has been sick.  She has not been her self by any stretch of the imagination.  Last night... she cried for a solid 5 hours.

a SOLID 5 hours.

It was a very long day... that followed some very long nights.
Last night... I sat there holding her and just cried along with her.  I was SO frustrated because I couldn't seem to do anything to make things better.

I hate that feeling.

 Sick babies make me miss my mom.

 I know that at any point over the last 5 days I could have called her to whine and she would have listened to every single word of it.  I wanted to be able to do that.

 In the 5 1/2 years I've worked here... I've taken 3 maternity leaves.  That pretty much zapped my sick bank. 

sigh.

 I miss my Mom.