The Essence of Fatherhood…

“I love you son.”

“I am so proud of you.”

“I know it hurts baby. Keep fighting.”

It’s 2am and my baby boy is really struggling. Struggling to breathe. His cold has taken control of his little body at the worst time and has filled his throat, his nose and his mouth with mucus and he cannot get rid of it. No matter how much he sneezes, no matter how much he swallows, no matter how much he coughs, it won’t go away.

A Lesson From My Baby Boy…

Sneeze, sneeze…

Cough, cough, cough…

Gag…choke…

Now we are moving and rushing to his crib. My wife grabs Timmy and quickly brings him to the bed while I rush to grab the bulb syringe, kleenex and nasal spray. Our baby is struggling to breathe and there is so very little for us to do and yet we are desperate to help him. Timothy is fighting through his third cold in his six short months of life and it feels like he is losing.

I hate being wrong…

I hate being wrong. And the other weekend I was so wrong.

After a very long, emotional and difficult couple of weeks, I needed a slow, quiet weekend with nothing to do but rest. Saturday, I fought not to do the chores that have piled up around the house like the dirty laundry has done. Instead, I tried to read, watch TV and nap, all in an effort to recharge my emotional and physical batteries. Unfortunately, I was only partially successful.