finn caught a nasty cold last week. a cold and his first cough. a real cough. the kind that starts in the chest and makes it hard to catch your breath. the first time it happened it gave us both a scare. "that sounded like a real cough" finn said to himself. the past five days i have been coughed on. sneezed on. cried on. slept on. we've spent the days in our little house with tissues and boogie wipes and smoothies and water. my mom always told me that february was the month when all of her kids got sick. i guess finn is just following suit. it's challenging when your kid is sick. the emotional and physical aspect of wanting to be able to fix him right away and feeling helpless that you can't.
the second day he woke up with a fever and only wanted to lay on me. his body hot and sweaty on my chest, holding his little hands that were radiating heat. he looked up at me with watery eyes, "i'm sorry i can't kiss you right now mama. i caught da real cough" he said sweetly.
his fever only lasted a day and he's making a turn with the cough and snot.
i'm dreaming of spring even harder now. be kind to us, february.