You know, The Cough. That scary chills through my heart and out my toes barky croup cough.
And I thought Oh no. Or maybe it was more like Oh, dear God, no.
It was only a couple months earlier that I first heard that cough coming from Gray one night and I seriously almost called 911. Yes- in all my almost 8 years of being a Mom it was my first time hearing it and oh my goodness I think my heart just started beating again last week.
And so when, on the night before I am to leave for 4 days away from my family and I'm already thinking of reasons why I should just stay at home afterall, I hear The Cough and first I think it's a sign. Like I should stay home. And then I think maybe it's a test. Do I have faith that they are going to be ok? That hubby can take care of it?
I ended up staying up the whole night with each one as The Cough passed from top bunk to firetruck bed to bottom bunk. There were drinks of water, a steamy bathroom, a bubble bath, and snuggling and prayers. Lots of prayers.
And maybe a little piece of my heart breaking off.
But through the night they each were better. And sleeping soundly in the morning.
I left and trusted that all would be ok. And it was.
Of course I have Ivy with me and so I'm part Mom missing her family at home and Mom on duty with a baby and luggage and plane tickets and show your ID and diaper bag and stroller and car seat and did I mention baby?
And when we got to the hotel she started a little cold that really has been the most pitiful little thing ever but she's still so happy and sweet and maybe another little piece of my heart broke off.
I talked to Carter and Gray last night and it was just the sweetest thing to hear their voices and I wonder WHY do they sound so stinking adorable when they are on the phone- and they say the cutest and wittiest things ever but when we're at home, their voices just aren't the same, you know?
I've come away from this conference with more than I thought I would. I'm picking up the pieces and I'm going home to so much more.
And I should totally call my kids more often, like, from upstairs on a bad day.
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