Small Sacrifices

I am not generally someone who, upon seeing an obviously germ infested creature, gets up close and personal with said creature and makes a point of rubbing my face against theirs. That all changes when the afore mentioned creature is my child. And when having my face on their pillow is what convinces that child to lay down and rest. At three a.m.

Here's my poor, sick boy:

Shortly after taking this picture he curled up into a ball and proceed to drain from his eyes and nose for about an hour. Luckily, I was able to hide some Benadryl in his dinner and dry him up!

(Hmmmm, looking at this picture, methinks someone did a really bad job cutting his bangs!)

Is there anything worse than a sick kid in the middle of the night? It breaks my heart when there's just nothing I can do. I wiped his nose and washed his face and then put my head on his pillow with him and rubbed his back. He likes to experience textures on his cheek, so he was rubbing his cheek against mine for a long time, until he started to get sleepy again. I woke up a little sniffly this morning, but I've taken about a million mg of Vitamin C today to ward off the germs and, so far, it seems to be working.

Luckily, most of the day he's been in a fairly good mood and Emma has been wonderful. She's kept herself busy when I needed to hold George, and played outside for a while to get some fresh air.

Every once in a while, she can be such a great Big Sister. It makes me really proud to see her take care of the little beast that likes to steal her toys and pull her hair.