As some of you may know, my little girl self-weaned at 11 months. Now, at 12 months, she is battling her first illness. (How's that for evidence that breastfeeding boosts a baby's immune system?) It started with a low-grade fever that spiked to 103F. When she threw up all over me in the parking lot of an ice cream parlor. Some baby Tylenol got the fever to break, and now she is sleeping soundly.
I am so thankful that the illness my daughter has is treatable. I'm so thankful that it is likely to short-lived. I am so, so thankful that I am home to take care of my darling baby girl. I hurt for mothers who must be away from their sick little ones or else lose a day's much-needed wages to.
I was so grateful to nurse my daughter at my breast for 11 months, and now, puke and all, I am so thankful to be nursing her in a new way. It is such a joy to know that the hands that bathe her and smooth her fevered brow are mine, the lips that blow soft air on her hot, pink face are mine, also. The arms that cradle her in her discomfort belong to this grateful mama. Thank you, Lord. And, thanks to my darling husband who has provided us with the ability to care so well for our daughter.