Is there anything as heartbreaking as having a sick child and not being able to comfort him?
Levi started experiencing symptoms of his first cold on Sunday — a dry cough and nasal congestion. He wasn’t very interested in eating (so unlike him!) and was having trouble staying asleep during his naps. Of course, losing an hour of sleep thanks to daylight savings only added to his exhaustion. Being tired and achy made Levi fussy, and at times he was seemed inconsolable. Thank goodness my parents were in town and could help us give Levi the extra TLC he needed.
(Confession: When he cried, I wanted to hide in my bathroom and have an emotional breakdown. Being a parent is so hard, especially when there is literally nothing you can do to help your child aside from offering a dose of Tylenol every four hours.)
Levi suffered through several coughing fits on Monday, and his temperature peaked at 101.2 degrees before bed. What a way to spend your 8 month birthday, huh? I literally had to rock him to sleep, something I haven’t done in months, because he just couldn’t get comfortable. My poor baby…
Did you have a similar experience the first time your child was sick? Was seeing your little that miserable just as difficult to bear?