There’s my sweet boy.
“Mommy, you no feew good?” my almost-four-year-old asked me last night.
I was lying on my bed, face scrunched in pain and not feeling well in the least. I was having some contractions that made my period cramps feel like a walk in the park.
“No buddy, I don’t feel well at all,” I replied, trying not to show him how unwell I really felt.
“We need-a fix dis,” he stated matter-of-factly. “You need some water?”
He shoved a sippy cup in my face. I smiled.
“No thanks, babe, I’m okay.”
“Hmmm,” he puzzled, brow furrowed.”Da babies make you no feew good?”
I was impressed.
“Yep, the babies are hurting me a little bit, but it’ll go away.”
“I know. We try dis,” he said, grabbing a Lego block off the table beside me. “I put a bock on the babies and you feew better.”
His logic seemed to make sense to him, so I went along with it. With a very serious expression on his face, he balanced a green Lego on the center of my huge belly.
“That helped so much, buddy, thank you,” I smiled, kissing him on the head.
As the day of the twins’ birth approaches, he seems to be getting more and more excited. The other day, he was “pinching” at my belly on either side and saying, “I gotcher nose, baby!” or pretending to play with their toes, reciting, “Dis piggy to mah-ket, dis piggy stay home…”
That’s my little man, the sweet, warm-hearted boy who wants to make everything better and loves his mommy and siblings. Thank goodness I don’t see the terror child he turned into in my last blog post as often as I see this little guy.
Photo Credit: Lego Bricks by Deep Blu