For the first time in 13 months, I have a sick baby. This week has made my heart break for my little man who has had a nasty cold and low-grade fever. Not to mention he is teething like crazy. Talk about sleepless nights and miles and miles put on our rocking chair. Although I have absolutely hated seeing him in this condition, I have enjoyed all the extra snuggle time. I'm also *trying* to look at the sleepless nights as a good reminder of what it will be like have a newborn again in a couple months.
I think my biggest reminder has come spiritually though. Sure this was only a yucky cold and little fever, but it helped me remember that our sweet Ashyr's health is ultimately in God's hands. As a mom we do everything we can to keep them safe and healthy, but He is the one in control. I have learned this week to be more okay with that as I've prayed over him while rocking him to sleep.