Caring for a Sick Kiddo
We had a rough night of sleep, and I wondered why. Teething? Another milestone? A sleep regression? What is it this time? It wasn’t until morning when I realized my normally bubbly toddler wasn’t acting quite himself. Fussy, not eating well, just wanting to be held.
103 fever, there it is.
There really is nothing worse than a sick kid… except to be sick yourself, with a sick kid. By the grace of God, that’s not my situation (if it’s yours, keep reading).
Their teeny tiny bodies can only handle so much, and they just want to be glued to your body. You’re a safe space, comfortable, warm. Of course their attachment cranks up a notch when they aren’t feeling well.
It’s so hard caring for a sick kiddo, let alone multiple sick kiddos, or when the whole house is down.
God sees you, and wants to care for you as you care for your family.
Like a sick kiddo clinging to their mama… God wants us to cling to him.
Jesus is many things: a savior, a teacher, a shepherd, a mediator, a servant, a healer… the list goes on.
What I would give to have Jesus’ healing hands on my kid. But then I remember, that Jesus asked me to be his hands (1 Cor 12:27) and while I don’t claim to have the spiritual gift of healing, my kiddo certainly thinks I do. And he’s not wrong. A warm hug when you aren’t feeling good is healing, a good meal (in his case, breast milk) is healing, and a good night's sleep is healing. Lean into those things, the things you can (somewhat) control.
Breathe in: This is hard.
Breathe out: It’s going to be ok.
You got this, mama.
“The Lord is my strength and my shield;
my heart trusts in him, and he helps me.
My heart leaps for joy,and with my song I praise him.”