Baby comes into the room sniffling and squeezing his stuffie, grabbing my attention.
โWhy are you mad at me?โ Baby sobs softly, shying away from my touch when I reach out for him and and protectively holding his stuffie close
โOh, sweet thing.. Iโm not mad at youโฆ whatโs wrong, baby? Why do you think Iโm mad, hm? Itโs alright, everythingโs okay.โ I try and soothe him.
Baby crying so hard he canโt respond..
โShhh, honeyโฆ breathe, bub, take a nice deep breath okay? Can you do that? There you go. Can your stuffie too? Oh, good job!โ
I reach out to hold his hands, โthere we go.. itโs okay. Whatโs wrong, my sweet boy? Iโm not upset with you.โ
Gently rubbing my thumb across the back of his hands, waiting patiently for him to tell me.
โDonโt feel good..โ he whimpers softly, looking down at his stuffie friend slumped in his lap.
โAwh, bud.. I can tellโฆ whatโs bothering you, baby? Everythingโs alright now, weโre okay.โ
I slowly reach out for his stuffie and lift it up to make it press a โkissโ on his cheek, giving a gentle smile as he takes it from me and squeezes it.
โMm.. head feels.. yuckyโฆโ he sniffles, wiping his eyes.
โThatโs okay, sweet boy.. how about we just lay down and snuggle. Would that help?โ
He nods and allows himself into my arms, nuzzling up against my chest as I pull a nice heavy blanket over us.
โYouโll feel better soon, darling, donโt worry.โ