My poor sweet baby is sick.
It seriously breaks my heart.
I hate feeling helpless and not being able to take the hurt from her.
Hearing her struggle to breathe and nurse is so sad.
Her poor nose is stuffy and she has the saddest little cough.
As much as she hates her nose being suctioned, she still finds a way to smile afterwards.
She wants to be held more and rocked to sleep, but I'm not complaining.
I will do anything to help her feel better.
I wish so badly I could be sick and not her.
Our bed is covered in spit up and snotty burp rags.
We laugh how we could care less.
I know that she will be sick other times in her life, but as a
parent you wish you could protect them from everything.
I can't wait for this cold season to pass.
In the mean time I will cherish snuggling my baby in her warm jammies and soft blankets.