The crying did not silence, the screams of pain continued to echo out of his room.
Begrudgingly, I stumbled, half-out-of-it into his room, scooped him up, and plopped down into the glider. He cried, he screamed (which is totally not like this normally, jolly, smiley boy).
I gave him medicine, changed his diaper, gave him a little milk.... still nothing could sooth him. He just could not sit still; his little head kept banging into my chest, his head nuzzling me in pain.
After about 45 minutes of this, I had simply had enough. I longed for my bed... couldn't he just fall asleep?
AND THEN I REMEMBERED: READ HERE
I had forgotten... and for the next 10 minutes I held him tight; I kissed his forehead; I stopped wishing away this cuddle time;
I was just so thankful to have him.
I can deal with ear infections, I told the Lord; if it means having him here! He fell asleep.
Maybe God just had to remind me; to not forget what He had done in our precious son's life!