As they get bigger, they can tell you what hurts and that they don't feel good. But I, at least, still feel a powerless in the face of a puking 3 year old. As spasms wrack his little body, he sobs, wanting Mommy to make it better. And there's not much I can do but help him aim into the toilet.
|My sick baby, on his 2nd nap and 2nd set of pajamas.|
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