That's the beat of a heart.

So. last night I experienced what it's like to be a mother with a sick, I mean SICK, throwing up baby. It was so stressful. He was throwing up and I was feeling completely helpless because there was nothing I could do other than clean it up, and hold him close to me, in hopes that he would just get better or go to sleep.

He fell asleep on me and occasionally woke up fussing about it-but all in all, he was a good sport. And I know that when he's sick, all he wants is his mommy and daddy because daddy's voice soothes him and mommy's heartbeat is something familiar.

Now that I'm over that bump, and he's smiling and laughing at the elephant in our living room (the ones they sell at Sam's Club that kids when they're older can sit on and can hold up to 140 pounds) I'm even more amazed at him. Althought just a moment ago he sneezed and coughed, bless his little heart. I hope it's only a 24 hour thing-if so he'll be over it by 8 tonight.

I just wanted to say that-I haven't found anything truly profound for me to blog about yet. Haha. I will in due time.

-Faith