I got a huge dose of reality yesterday. Not that blogging isn't reality--because it obviously is, and it's obviously a big part of my life this past month and a half. But Someone decided that He needed to remind me what I'm supposed to be focused on, first.
And that's Him and that little girl sleeping in her crib right now.
Guess I didn't see it clearly enough after S took her first (and hopefully last) fall off our bed a few weeks ago. That nudging to spend more time with her instead of spending time in front of my computer while she's playing next to me. Yes, she's happy. Yes, she's entertaining herself. But she's not experiencing the engagement and fun of playing with her mommy. Of me teaching her by showing her.
So. Yesterday. After 11 months the little one came down with her first fever. Stuffy nose and sneezing and a temp of 101.5 (and a mommy freak out as I watched those numbers climb over 100).
Of course, she's still off crawling around, using the bulb syringe as a wand, being her crazy self. But I about cried. I know it's a low-grade fever and it's nothing to worry about. But feeling her hot little body and hearing her stuffed-up baby voice just hurts me.
Okay, God, you have my attention.
She's going to be all right. Just a first-time mama worrying over a first-time fever. But we have an appointment with the pediatrician tomorrow just to be sure. I just want that fever gone.
I'll be taking a few days off this week so I can snuggle up with S, read my neglected daily devotions, and get myself back in line with what matters the most. God. Family.
And I know you guys'll understand, because you're awesome. One of the reasons I keep doing this all :)
{Don't forget to enter my birthday giveaway this week--it runs until Saturday at midnight}
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