So, the first week with the fever and the second week with the pox has passed. Now, we are into our third week.
With an ear infection.
Will this ever end?
Last night was not pretty. She was up most of the night crying and rubbing her ear. Oh! And refusing to take a pain reliever/fever reducer. The joy.
I wound up sleeping in her bed to get her to take her medicine. (Yeah, I'm not above bribery.) I slept on the wooden part of her bed frame. All night. The agony. My back is now screwed.
I really am not complaining. Or searching for pity. Just rationalizing the fact that this is not my fault.
I couldn't stop any of this from happening short of keeping her in a plastic bubble. So why do I feel so bad?
I sound like him:
I guess I'll just shower her with love. Makes me feel better. Makes her happy. What more can I really ask for?
Isn't that what a mommy's job is?