This post. The one where I bid my baby goodbye. And all that bittersweet mumbo jumbo…
Apparently, I spoke too soon.
I shoulda known!
The minute I opened my mouth. The minute I did a little brag post. The minute I said farewell to having some little body smack dab on top of mine…all night long…
Would be the minute THAT child got sick (NO…not swine flu)…
And he would start crying for me again.
And I’d have to do the midnight shuffle, smashing toes and elbows.
And would be back in bed with me.
Having bad dreams and sitting straight up in bed.
Wiping snot on my shoulder.
And on my pillow.
Snoring loudly because of a stuffy nose.
Flipping and flopping around, all over the bed.
Breathing his congestion breath in my face.
Dragging my left arm around with him, because he can’t seem to let the lovey go
I probably should have just kept my big mouth shut.