Monday, 18 October 2010
A Different Sort of First
This weekend, for the first time in his healthy little life, my baby boy was sick.
It was nothing out of the ordinary - just a regular childhood fever - but for a few long days the sickness sat on his soul and suffocated his spirit so that we cared for his burning little body whilst his real self was absent.
The helplessness was something I had anticipated but the sense of loss was a surprise. The baby who sat quietly on my hip and looked seriously at me when I smiled was a surreal version of the one that I loved and even whilst I held him close I missed him.