“Mommy’s here. Mommy’s here.” I want to say that to my son for as long as I can.
My 3-year-old’s been sick the past few weeks, having caught the cough and cold bug of the season. His cough wouldn’t go away for a week so we had to use a nebulizer. This machine scares him because of the loud humming sound it makes. But we had to nebulize him so his cough would go away.
Last Sunday night, he was shrieking, screaming and running away from the nebulizer. He’s usually a trooper when it comes to nebulizing, but that night was just so difficult. He didn’t nap that day, which could have added to his irritation. His play was also interrupted because it was time for nebulizing. Add it all up and the sound of the machine could have been amplified. And so he shrieked and screamed. My poor boy.
When the ordeal was over, I took him in my arms and hugged him tight. I rubbed his back up and down, whispering softly in his ear. “It’s okay, baby. Mommy’s here. Mommy’s here.” His shouts quieted down, his breaths became calmer.
“It’s okay, baby. Mommy’s here. Mommy’s here.” I said it over and over until his tears were dry, until he loosened his arms around me.
5 minutes later he was singing his ABCs and playing again, as if nothing had happened earlier.