I love sleep. I mean, I LOVE it. I like to go to bed and snuggle under covers. I like to make sure the room is nice and cool so I can have lots of blankets on but still be comfortable. I like the room to be dark with a fan on for just a little bit of background noise. If I can make it happen I am most happy with about 7-8 hours of sleep. That’s when I can wake up well rested and ready to start the day.
That did NOT happen today. Today I woke up about 5:30 when my poor little Aiden came to my room saying his tummy hurt. It wasn’t long before he was throwing up and I was laying in bed with him to comfort him between trips to the bathroom. Of course he would feel better for a short time before the belly pains would come back.
After the throwing up stopped the diarrhea started (sorry!) and my poor guy has been running back to the bathroom every little bit. He hasn’t eaten anything and he just feels bad.
Right now I’m thankful for sleep because he is able to get some. Sleep is a good thing and I hope he feels better when he wakes up.