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  For the last couple of weeks Wyatt

 has had an awful cough but last night was the worst. He cough so hard that it woke him up and he wouldn’t go back to sleep unless I was holding him. Now I am fine with holding him all night but his cough was so bad that it woke me up multiple times which I didn’t like because I was already uncomfortable in the first place.

My head was half way on my pillow and half way off my arm was dead asleep because I was holding Wyatt so he wouldn’t roll off the bed and I had to sleep on my back. And I DO NOT LIKE SLEEPING ON MY BACK. So waking up every few hours didn’t help the situation.

I took Wyatt to the doctor in morning to see if we could do ANYTHING for his cough because I didn’t want to do another night of this and come to find out he has bad ear infection and also bronchitis.
So now I’m wondering to myself “how did I let this go on for so long that he ended up with bronchitis?” I feel awful

Did I not notice the signs?
What where the signs?
Were there any?
Was I so wrapped up in myself that I didn’t realize that my child was sick?

These are the question I ask myself each time Wyatt is sick because I feel like I should of paid attention to every runny nose and small cough that he got so I could have prevented any sickness coming to him because I don’t want him to have to go though any type of pain especially if I could of prevented it and being sick is on the top my of the list.

Now it brings me back to the times when my own mother was this big blanket of comfort that I would cuddle in when I didn’t feel well. She would hold me, put cold rags on my forehead and sing lullabies. This is the one she is known for and the one I sung to Wyatt tonight to put him to sleep.

"When I grow up I want to be a mother and have a family: one little, two little, three little babies of my own. Of all the jobs for me, I'll choose no other I'll have a family: four little, five little, six little babies in my home.
And I will love them all day long and give them cookies and milk and

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Balloons and cuddle them when things go wrong, and read them stories and sing them silly tunes. When I grow up, if I can be a mother how happy I will be: one little, two little, three little babies I can love.

And you will say each sister and each brother all look a lot like me: four little, five little, six little blessings from above."

Mom I just want to thank you for being my security blanket when I was sick And I
hope Wyatt gets comfort from your lullaby like I did when I was young.Tweet