My booboo kisser.
We woke up this morning to Hollis humming a radio jingle as he entered our room, then he oddly refused to climb up on the bed with us, got round-eyed, and vomited silently down his shirt. I leaped up and ran around the bed to him while Anthony swept him up in his arms and took him to the bathroom sink. I suggested he try letting him stand in front of the toilet in case the pressure from being held wasn't helping and went to look in his room to investigate the "bed boff" Hollis said was there.
It wasn't much and he hasn't really thrown up since then, but that pretty much sealed the deal: today would be a movies and jammies kind of day.
Monsters Inc and The Little Mermaid and a successful breakfast and lunch later it was nap time and, I guess, time for Mommy's insides to turn on her this time. Luckily, no "boffing" for me, but I seriously think some kind of worm is shitting on my guts right now. Yeah, I know. Gross, but I can't explain it any other way. It hurts, I'm nauseated, and all I want to do is curl up in a ball and feel sorry for myself.
I tell Hollis that he can sleep in Mama's bed if he wants, but that doesn't go well, so we end up in his. I'm so drained and am feeling so badly I am wondering if he can tell I'm just barely hanging in there.
As I'm tucking him in and straightening his covers he says,
"Mama, kiss booboo tummy all better. Kiss back booboo all better, too."
I hugged him to me and answered, "Of course, baby, thank you so much," and helped him out of his bed so he could kiss my tummy booboo and my back booboo. And that's when the tears filled my eyes. I haven't mentioned my back pain today (that chronic, aching, activity-limiting pain that I carry around every single day due to bulging discs in my lower back), but I do admit to wincing once or twice and he must have seen it. Or else, just remembered that Mama has a [forever] booboo of some sort.
He also insisted on hugs for my booboos.
I swear having him around is like a therapy dog. If I could, I'd take him to hospitals so he could light up people's days like he does mine, but alas, he's not a dog and so I won't. But it's just miraculous. Magical. Amazing. Stupendous. Marvelous!
My booboos feel better already.