His little nose was congested, eyes stuck together, one of them only partly open. He looked like he had gone 10 rounds in the ring of a world title boxing match. It broke my heart to see. With that, the day changed shape. Phone calls were made. Corporate attire ripped off and exchanged for Mama about the house clothes. And a whole new focus... making my little man better. I felt SO incredibly guilty, calling in a sickie on my third week back. I am a lucky Mama having such understanding, supportive colleagues. At times like these, I beat myself up enough, without having to contend with pressure from work.
By 10am, his messy little face was back to normal. I'm always amazed how babies/children can look so off colour one minute, then in the next breath, they've all but recovered. Felix's miraculous improvement filled me with relief. I was so worried about him in those early morning hours. I'm crossing my fingers that everyone will be fighting fit for tomorrow, so I can at least make an appearance at work for the week. But just to be safe, I might refrain from being completely organised this evening, as the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry.
I purchased these cute little fellas on my lunch break at work last week... and I finally found a home for them... on top of the fireplace, keeping the clock company.