There’s nothing like a little cuddly baby. So cute, sweet, and most likely smells good. Except when they are sick. Really sick. There’s still nothing like a cuddly sick baby, but it’s so different.
What do they know? That they hurt, they cannot get comfy, mom and dad don’t understand what they’re yelling about (it’s clear to me morons!) and moaning doesn’t help.
What really tugs at your heart strings is when you have to leave them with someone else, and they reach out to you and cry as you walk out the door to go to work.
Ouch.
Last night, as if I didn’t feel bad enough for him, I heard “maaaama, maaaaaama” the entire time I left him to use the little girls room. Yeah, yeah, too much info. By the way, the kid NEVER says mama. At least dad got the honor to leave him behind today as he sobbed in his wonderful grandmother’s arms as he left to go to work. Tug a little harder kid, would ya?
