My baby lies asleep on my lap. He is ill for the first time, a tummy bug. Cradling his little exhausted body in my arms and stroking his head I just want to kiss him over and again, I love him so intensely. Soon I will be struck down too, although when I started writing this I was hopeful I might have escaped. I am not prepared for how violently it hits me, I feel I have been wrung out and bruised from the inside, and I am filled with amazement at how bravely my little one weathered it. Fortunately it passes through us both in 24h, and we are now recovered.
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Mad to Live 