Heat and sick babes don't mix
dress: Sonnet James, sandals: Cork-Ease, sunnies: Madewell
Last night we ended up in the emergency room with a sick baby, compliments of daycare.
I'd like to apologize to all my neighbors who probably heard Benjamin cry at the wee hours of the night. Of course he would get sick the hottest day of the year when everyone had their windows open.
Today we woke up with a hangover minus the fun, because neither of us slept. At 6am I rolled out of bed defeated and made breakfast while Tim called in with a sick babe.
Living in Alaska I never thought I would say this, but we could not stay in the house, it was suffocating. We took Ben for a three hour stroll downtown, he mostly slept his sickness off, and we mostly walked like zombies. Sigh.
Someone on Twitter said yesterday that we should strive to love our kids every day the way we do when they're sick, and it reminded me to be thankful for my sweet baby who will soon be better, for health insurance, and a husband who walks with me through the thick and thin of parenting. But mostly I'm thankful for the gift of parenthood, even when it sucks, it's still really, really good.