sick.

Henry finally got over his cold at the end of last week.  After several nights of sitting up with him and worrying about him and watching him, I was so happy we were both able to get some rest. 

He came home from visiting with his dad yesterday and was snotty again.  He's sick.  Again. 

I feel so bad for him, he can barely breathe out of his adorable little nose.  He can't sleep because he wants that goddamn pacifier and he can't breathe with it in his mouth so he spits it out and then he wakes up because he wants it again.  His pediatrician stopped by tonight for unrelated business but she checked in on him and gave me some suggestions to make him more comfortable. 

He'll be fine.  I will stay awake for the rest of my life to make sure he's fine. 

I just hope I make it through this without losing my mind.  Stuck at home again with a sick kid and no sleep... I guess this is what parenting is all about.  The good is oh so good and the bad, well, I'll tell myself it isn't so bad and eventually I'll believe it.

He is more than worth it.