Luken is still sick and I'm still home. I feel my brain dying. I'm not sure what day we're on. It gets light and it gets dark and it gets light. Luken sleeps and I check on him often. He wakes and I change his diaper, encourage him to drink, take his temperature, give him medicine, rock, rock, rock him. Remember to eat sometimes and maybe even take time to pee. Wash his bedding again and again. Bathe him gently to get the poop off. Rock, rock, rock. Cuddle, give him a bottle, let him sleep in my lap because if I put him down, he will wake up- and cry. Keep it dark in his room because he acts like the light hurts him. Rock, rock, rock. Massage his sore body, give him fluids and keep rocking.
It's all running together. The lines between days are blurred. I feel my mind going numb.
I really hope Luken is better soon.
August 21 - December 7
3 days ago