Mom/Gramma

A week ago today I got a mid morning phone call from my daughter..."mom, I'm sick can you come take care of K for me?" and off I went to find my totally exhausted daughter and her Wee One. I sent her to bed and spent the day playing with my cherished K. I went home when her husband arrived from work. Thinking on the hour's drive, I wondered if I should have stayed. The next day I drove down again, I knew I had to stay that night...her fever was higher than it should have been. Sweet K was glad to see me. On Wednesday afternoon I returned home, packed a bag and my laptop and my husband drove me back down.

That was a week ago. My dearest daughter is totally exhausted. She has beaten the fever, but her voice is gone and she is so tired. I wish I could make her feel better....and I can't. All I can do is some laundry, some housework and spend lots of time and love on K. And that is easy to do. It has been almost a year since my girl has had a full night's sleep. She is a nursing mother and K doesn't sleep through the night. Choosing to nurse was the best thing for the baby but it means my baby is tired out. And the virus grabbed her and knocked her for a loop. She is tired....plain tired and even tho I have been sleeping with K and getting up with her, coughing has kept my girl from sleeping all night.

It is so much easier to be a gramma than it is to be a mom.