I don't know if I have ever mentioned it on this blog, but I have Crohn's disease. I think I've had it since my teens, but I didn't get my diagnosis until I was almost 30 and lay dying in a hospital ER. My journey with the disease has been largely painful and definitely challenging. I was told not to have more children after my first. Well, I'm a mom of four . . . so . . . ups and downs and challenges and prayers. But here I am. Still fighting the fight.
However, lately, I have not been doing so great. It doesn't appear to be Crohn's so much as sort of the side effects (immune system). Each day, I run fevers. Needless to say, this can get exhausting. So I try to get into bed around 7:00 each night in my pjs and my children are all very solicitous. I have been to the hospital twice this week, and I know they are sweetly concerned. Even Demon Baby.
However, being a Demon Baby, he has found a USE for my illness. Hence, this conversation last night at bedtime.
"I'm going to snuggy in with you."
"You're only in underwear. It's nearly winter."
"I don't like clothes."
"I don't like pajamas."
"I like snuggling."
He burrowed down next to me, under the covers. And then proceeded to lift my pajama shirt and stick his ice cold feet on my BELLY. I almost jumped out of bed!
"What are you doing?"
"Warming up my feet!"
"Yes, but you are hotness!"
"Mama, when I touch you now, you are burning hot. I figure why wear clothes if you can just heat me up."
At that he pressed ice cold hands to my face. "See? You are my hotness."
"I have to admit, your cold hands feel good on my face, but I could do without icicle feet on my belly."
"It's just until you heat them up."
He snuggled closer. "Are you always going to be hot from now on?"
"I don't think so. I think the doctors will fix me."
"Do you really have to go to the hospital tomorrow?"
"Will you take me with you?"
"I can't, Buddy."
"Well, when you come home, I will put my coldness on your face and make you feel better."
Oh, I could have done without the hospital this week. But you know, if you're going to have to be sick, a personal popsicle makes things all better.