"Today, everyone in our household is sick.

You, my little one, were miserable. Seeing your child unwell and knowing that there is little you can do to ease their pain makes a mothers heart ache.

You wanted to be held but pushed us away, you needed relief but threw up the baby panadol I gave you as a last resort. You started to show signs of being tired so I took you to bed with me.

We laid there for a little while, read your favourite story and then you helped yourself to the boob (as you do nowadays). We fell asleep. You woke up shortly afterwards crying, I pulled you onto my chest and held you just as I did in the wee hours of the morning that you were born. You latched on, staring at me with your enormous blue eyes so reminiscent of my own, blinked slowly a few times and dozed off, meanwhile I laid there awake with you sleeping peacefully. UcenterDress mother of the groom or bride wears in vintage style

No longer a tiny baby, I look at you now and wonder how you ever fit inside my belly. You grow more and more independent with every passing moment, so, even though you are unwell, I treasure these moments.

I treasure this time in our lives, you need me just as much as I need you. My body, this body that grew and protected you for nine months can still provide the nourishment and safety you desire. I will give that to you for just as long as I can.

Being a mother is challenging, it means that on days like today when I am running a fever and aching from head to toe; I come second. I am happy to come second because this tiny little human I grew and nurtured from within me needs me. I will always put him first.

I will go to him when he cries, hold him close when he needs to be held, allow him to nurse even when it is purely for comfort. This world is big and sometimes scary, I will always be his safe place, his rock, the solid foundation upon which his world was built. I am, always, a mother first." ~Kristie Shelton?