I was crying yesterday when I took this pictures.
So jealous of my beautiful slumbering family taking a peaceful afternoon nap together.
Let me go back and explain a little more. The Flynns have colds. Steve got his first, and I thought us ladies had successfully avoided it until last weekend. Poor little Evelyn was up most of the night 3 nights in a row, as she was having trouble breathing while nursing, due to her stuffy nose. It was enough to make her rather frantic. And then, when she would fall asleep, her mother would have the audacity to cough and wake her up.
I’ve had some long nights. Long days, too. Its been a long week.
Back to yesterday. We decided to take a nap. I was able to nurse Evelyn until she fell asleep. I had just closed my eyes when there was someone at the door. Steve was already asleep, so I took care of it. I rocked Evelyn back to sleep, and woke her up coughing. I handed her over to Steve, and she promptly went back to sleep. I laid down and slept for 5 minutes until the phone rang. Back up. After that, whenever I attempted to go back to sleep my cough was so strong that I couldn’t, and I was tired of waking up the baby.
And so I wept. It just became a little too much for me, so tired and so sick.
Poor Steve woke up just in time to leave for work to find his wife sitting at the table crying.
And that brings me to the point of this post:
My sweet husband came home early from work last night with flowers and cough drops. He held the baby all night so she and I could sleep. He changed every dirty diaper and cleaned out her tiny little nose when breathing got too hard. He took her from me each time she was done nursing and burped her so I could get right back to sleep.
I’m awake and alert this morning and feeling 90% better.
I’m so grateful for my husband, his kindness and compassion, and for our love.
Eternal marriage, what a beautiful thing!