In the words of U2...

...it was a beautiful day.

If you follow my blog along, you'll notice that my entries have been somewhat sparse lately. I'm not one to hide my thoughts and feelings and so I'll let you know that it's because I've been in a bit of a funk lately. Ever since I returned from Vegas, little c hasn't wanted me at all. At first it didn't bother me too much. But after a few days of him crying every time Daddy left the room, crying when I gave him a bath, crying when I got him dressed, crying when he had to be with just me, it began to wear on me and I began to feel very rejected, slighted, and resentful. I tried reminding him about how it wasn't Daddy that carried him in his belly for 10 months, it was me. And it was me that threw up until 20 weeks into the deal, AND in a floral shop no less. Daddy was nowhere to be found. And it wasn't Daddy who was in labour for 62 hours and then had to have a C-section. You guessed it, it was me, Cohen Gray! But my words fell on deaf ears and were met with more tears.

But today! Oh, today! Today made up for it.

In addition to being douchey, little c has been suffering from a bad cold for the past week and has been up coughing and crying every night. After 7 nights of this we decided to take him in to see Dr. Rachel and lo and behold, the little man has an ear infection. I took him to the appointment and we hung out and he was in a great mood, especially when Dr. Rachel gave him not one but two tongue depressors to play with. Then I took him back to "school" where he "played with his tongue depressor for most of the afternoon. He took it everywhere and shared it with all his friends and showed it off." (so says his report today) Big c had a work function tonight (poor guy has to drink $500 bottles of wine with one of his vendors) so little c and I played while I fixed dinner. He found so much happiness in the pot and spoon I gave him and played with that until he discovered a papertowel poking out of the cupboard. He was in a great mood all night. He ate well for the first time in a long time and the only time he cried was when he got his finger caught in the drain in the bathtub. He didn't even cry when I got him ready for bed.

And now the little fellow is fast asleep, thanks to a little Benadryl and some warm milk.

So I'm feeling much better about our relationship tonight and I'm looking forward to seeing what tomorrow brings. It might bring more of the same anti-Mommy behaviour but I think I'm going to cling to tonight's memory and try and make it through without flinching.