Wednesday, November 7, 2012

I told the girls when they climbed in bed this morning that I had been up for most of the night with an upset stomach and I wasn’t feeling well. over breakfast, josephine and I discussed what could have possibly been the cause-- was it too much cauliflower yesterday? was it that I didn’t eat any chocolate and my body felt deprived? from there we came up with sillier ideas and the fact that I’m referring to it as a stomach bug has both the girls convinced I literally ate a bug while we were outside. hilarious.
when josephine and I went upstairs to get dressed, she made me lie down on her bed while she went and got a cold cloth that she rubbed on my head and stomach. she then wanted to play doctor for a greater portion of the morning with each of us being the patients. I spent the entire second half of the day in bed and only came out of my room to get a little fresh air and watch the sunset.
the girls came to hang out with me after dinner, both of them making remarks about the two cans of coke on my bedside table. (they spent the first month of me living with them telling me how it would give me holes in my stomach and teeth and now we barely can go anywhere without them asking if I want a coke to drink. they have started putting them in the fridge for me when I run out, which I appreciate because there is nothing worse than a hot canned coke).
josephine could tell I still wasn’t feeling that much better. she got another wet cloth and followed me to the bathroom and held my hair back while I got sick. she then held my hand as she walked me back to my room, helped me back into bed, and proceeded to tell me stories while she tickled my head while I rested (she insisted I take off my glasses and close my eyes), kissing my forehead and nose telling me how much she hoped I’d be better by tomorrow. it was the absolute sweetest thing.
it’s amazing the innate sense at such young ages to want to take care of somebody when they are hurting. even during my worst moments, she never wanted to leave my side and only wanted to do everything she could to make me better. and she’s 4 years old. I could not be more thankful for my little french doctor.

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