I hate it when Bubba cries and I don’t know what’s wrong. All I know is holding her in my arms seems to help. Most of the time. My heart aches that something is making her sad, or not feel well, and I don’t know what it is.
Usually these are times when there are so many other things to do. Putting a load of washing on. Feeding myself. Work. Stacking the dishwasher. Sweeping the dog hair off the floor. Folding the washing that’s already dried. Other things that just have to be left to the side for now – because there’s nothing more important than her. Her happiness, her health, her safety, her feeling I’m there for her and I love her – no matter what.
Tonight is one of those nights. She was happy enough when I picked her up from daycare. We had giggles and chats on our walk home. She was okay for a little while when we got home. She had a bath – much more successfully and happily than our attempt to shower!
Not long after her bath she fell apart. She was rubbing her ear so maybe she’s got a sore ear. Or sore gums from teeth. Or she’s just tired. What’s wrong with Bubba? Maybe nothing, maybe she’s just being a bubba.
I gave her the bed time bottle a little early. We spent time together sitting in our chair, cuddling and being together. She showed tired signs. So I put her to bed. Then she really started to cry. The only time she stopped was when I cuddled her or stood beside her cot gently rubbing her back, tummy, arms and super softly tickling her forehead. That seemed to work and almost an hour after she first went to bed, she drifted off.
Sleep well my precious little Love Bug. Sleep well knowing I’m only a few steps away if you need me.
And I’ll be there in a heartbeat.