so this week, we had a first sickness in our house. i am sure it is the first of many to come.
but a baby who cant breathe scares me. and one that has a cough that sounds like a barking seal scares me even worse.
we spent a lot of time outside in the night air this week. and a lot of time in a bathroom with the hot shower on full blast, sucking up all of the steam.
we doused our life in eucalyptus.
dare i say, we are feeling remarkably better today?
dare i say that i soaked in every sick memory that i could this week? trying to store it in my brain permanently so that i could remember the three of us laying in bed breathing in eucalyptus- the three of us standing in the bathroom and after i simultaneously realized that not only were we wasting hot water but i was also in dire need of a shower (i will spare you how long it had been)- jumping in the shower, talking through the curtain, and discussing how the steam was most definitely ruining the millionth repair job we had done on the 70 year old walls, but totally worth it- listening to the sound of two plastic bath cups banging together for the first time since he started coughing- standing outside in the middle of the black night, confronting my fears of a definite boogie man who lives outside of my house when it is dark, and looking down at a runny eyed runny nose little babe while trying to wrangle all of the sick poop diapers for an extra soak and wash.
i am looking forward to remembering these events.
i want to remember every first.....
and every last.
these guys above are some friends of the little guy.
i sewed them into the 2 pairs of shortalls that i made for crosby at the beginning of summer.
i actually made the above plaid one twice, because the first time it *might* have fit a newborn or a premature baby.
he wore these to my best friends wedding.
i spent the two days prior to leaving for the wedding sewing these two. in true fashion for a person that could win an award for successful procrastination.
they are super wrinkled. they were washed and thrown in the drawer, and warn, and washed, and hung up, repeat.
i enjoyed putting these little outfits on him. they were lightweight, and sturdy, and adorable.
and they no longer fit.
i remember the last time he wore these.
it was a mass for cody's grandmother- before the burial of the ashes.
words cannot describe to wonder and greatness of such a woman.
and just like that, a season is over.
i hope that i can remember the sweet firsts and lasts of that season as clearly as i remember them right now.
