Thursday, May 05, 2005

Guilty as charged

Tonight, for the first time, I think the baby had a tummy-ache. The wife and I came to this conclusion because she would lay down in her bed just fine and then suddenly get up and start crying for no reason. We are well aware of her cry's, and this was not one of her patented, "I don't feel like going to bed just yet, hey, let's stay up and watch Letterman!" cry's. No, this was a, "What the hell is that sudden pain?" cry.

There isn't much you can do in a case like that. We gave her some Tylenol and a shot of whiskey and put her back down. Soon, she was up again, so, more whiskey ( we didn't want to give her Tylenol again, could be dangerous..) and back to bed. The third time, the wife sent me in to deal with the problem, and this is where the guilt comes in...

You see, when I went in to get her, she reached up for me, all upset and teary-eyed. So, I picked her up and she put her head on my shoulder and pulled her little blanket up under my chin. We stood there in the dark, swaying a little while she calmed down from the horror of waking up with a tummy-ache. She was in a little pain and a little scared and I was sooooo happy! For a moment, a brief moment, I thought, "I wish she was like this every night."

That's how they get you, these demon children. They twist your heart around so that you actually find yourself wishing discomfort on your own flesh and blood just so you can get a needy-hug fix. I'm like a crack-whore for the hug..... a hug whore, if you will.

It's just wrong.

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