Carson suddenly came down with a fever yesterday afternoon. He hasn’t been sick very often in his almost two years, just two ear infections and one 24-hour bug.
One of my favorite days I’ve spent with Carson was when he was about 10 months old and sick. Our day was spent lying on the couch together, snuggling. He napped on my chest on and off. As a child who slept only in his bed, I cherished being able to hold him while he slept, stroking his hair, rubbing his back.
This is the only memory I have of him where he enjoyed being held for more than just the time it took to feed him. It’s the only time, besides when I would breastfeed him, where he wanted me over his Daddy.
If there’s anything good about Carson being sick, is that he’ll call for “Mama” today. It feels good to be needed.