I wanted to document the first time we've experienced a sick baby, really experienced it. Valentines day, how poetic is that? I didn't till after, till after we had gone through a couple of very sleepless nights, till after I had spent a couple of hours collecting medicine, and more than a few days just wishing that our little guy didn't have to experience pain.
Valentines day, the day of love. If your making a movie you cast a couple of young, sexy, single people, you put them in a meet cute situation, you have them hate, loathe, then jump all over each other with sweaty, slobbery abandoned. That is how hollywood shows a love story. Here is my version. A tired mother, running a fever herself, nurses a very sick child. The child lets out small pathetic cries, they are pure cries, not unnecessary cries of aggravation, but true cries of hurt. He fights breathing treatments, nasal suction, nasal drops, sleep, he fights for breath with tiny raspy gasps, he fights everything. The mother will not leave his side, will not sleep, she will stay right there. She will lavish concern and care over him, aching for his aches. This is love, love more pure, love more selfless, a love that requires you give all you have, then give some more.
Happy Valentines Day, to all those who love selflessly, who love purely, who love like a mother loves a sick child.
