Another script for Amoxicillan with Ella's name on it. Good grief! 102 fever today sealed the deal. The prescription given to me by the doctor yesterday was destined to be filled. Ella was swiftly picked up from daycare. Her teachers mentioned to me twice that they tried to call me but had to contact my husband...like his input is a conciliation prize? Grr. Anyway, off to the pharmacy. I was hoping she would do a little moaning and groaning for the pharmacist so that we would elicit some sympathy and they would hurry. The kid was grinning ear to ear...luckily our prescription arrived five minutes later.
Unfortunately the smiles didn't last. This evening, an hour after I put her to bed she was crying. Eyes shut, trying her darndest to stay asleep, crying out in pain. "Mama". Is it her ears, her throat, her teeth? I've discovered there is nothing worse than your child hurting. Nothing. Nothing. She put her head on my chest. She was listening to my heart beat. I wanted her to remember that heart beat...the one that we shared for nine long months. The one that breaks when she is sad. The one that beats for her (and you too JB). The one that wants so badly for her to feel better.
I guess that is where I came up with the title for today's blog. Good grief - my state of being tonight. Good because my heart is full and grief because she's sick...duh. I guess I didn't need to state the obvious. Good night little one. The sun will be up soon.
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