That has been the theme of our week this week. Our poor little guy was hit by a stomach bug for the first time. Atticus is usually so happy that it was especially hard to see him so worn out and hurting. We gave him lots of hugs, Tylenol, and fluids, and we prayed that he would recover quickly.
The first time he threw up hit just hours after I published this post, in which I claimed to be growing in my ability to handle the unexpected with grace – rather ironic! This week has been a major challenge for all of us. Poor Atticus has felt miserable, and Matt has had to work and install shows, go to graduate critiques, and fulfill a number of extra obligations. We had to cancel (for the 2nd week in a row) a playdate to which Miranda has been very much looking forward, and Madeleine CaiQun has had to accept my need to focus more heavily on Atticus this week. And I have had to cancel commitments and realize that I just couldn’t get through everything I’d wanted to do each day.
But we’ve survived. And while I certainly wouldn’t wish for this experience, I have enjoyed the snuggles. Looking into that adorable baby face and resting in the love I have for this sweet boy has been precious.
And, praise God, as of this morning, we have been fever-free, vomit-free, and diarrhea-free for 24 hours – hallelujah! And while we survived the sickness, I very much hope we’ll stay healthy for a while now 🙂