We're doing pretty ok.

Today was not a smooth day to say the least. Between Jett being sick and Jett being two, we had one heck of a time getting through it. He’s on the uphill side of his cold now, which means he is suffering from a gross cough, especially when he lays down to sleep. Tonight was no exception. He coughed and coughed and coughed, until he puked all over himself, all over me and all over his bed. Through his sad little tears, he cried “I’m so sorry mama.” It was so sweet and so sad and so smelly all at the same time.

After I cleaned him up, cleaned me up and cleaned his bed up he softly asked me to hold him. So, my big belly and I crawled into his little bed, I wrapped my arms around him and I just listened to him breathe, like I did in his earliest days.

I couldn’t help but think, even though we were at odds most of the day, laying there was exactly what I should be doing. I know there will come a day when laying in his bed holding him won’t solve his broken little heart anymore, but for now, I get to rest knowing that I’m doing pretty ok at this whole being a Mama thing.