Your body arches in pain. I try to find the best position to take it away. We do the hug-rock. You twist and turn and once we find the right position you melt into me. In this moment I hate the cp. I hate the weakness it causes in your body. The low tone in your trunk, making it impossible for you to burp easily. You are plagued by air bubbles, also caused by your cp, influencing the way you swallow and gulp air at the same time. Your body tightens, fighting the pain but making it harder to release that air I can hear bubbling in your belly.
I give you more water in hopes it will help. It doesn’t but I’m so thankful you are drinking. You haven’t eaten more than nibbles in two days, have had a fever for four. The cough comes and goes, at its worst at night. You have no energy but you can’t sleep because your tummy is in so much pain. I feel helpless. I remember when you were a baby and I rocked you in every way to get those burps out and you cried for hours. Sometimes I did too. Now your are almost four and here we are again.
We lay facing each other crying. Both exhausted and defeated. I think back to my life before you. There is no ache greater than that of being unable to help my child from the pain which overtakes him. No heartbreak greater than the feeling of not being able to help my child. All wrapped in a love which gives me strength to try again. And to let go of that moment of hatred for the cp that is a part of you and your beautiful self.
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Ever since I found this blog I’ve wanted to do her Five Minute Friday posts, but have never taken the time. Today, while Seb slept on my chest in between tears, I did it.