This morning was a tough time for Max and I. He went to the doctors. He has an ear infection. When we got home, he was a mess. Nothing would make him happy and I wanted to get work done. Even when I abanded the idea of squeezing in some work, he still fussed. I could not wait to get him into bed. This is where I felt like a pretty rotten Mommy. I just couldn't pull it together enough to figure out how to make him feel better. When I sat down to rock him before nap he wasn't interested. He just asked to get into bed.
He woke up about 3 hours later crying. I tried to calm him down and after resting another 20 minutes, he was in a much better mood. We had fun, cuddled, read stories and played in his room. He was the happy little Max I know and love. After dinner he was even more adorable; I could've eatten him up. He was funny and just full of laugh, hugs, and interested in having fun. It was a completely different little boy. I'm glad he's feeling better. And, as rough as the morning was, the evening was so pleasant with him. I can't really explain it, but I just love him so very much.
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