Hold Him in My Arms

Last night, Troy woke up around midnight, crying inconsolably. I had only just gone to bed, so I got up to soothe him. Nothing worked except picking him up and walking up and down the stairs with him. After he calmed down, I tried to put him back to bed only to have him start crying again. More walking, more stairs. Every time I even stepped into the bedroom, he’d start wailing. More walking, more stairs.

Around 2:00 a.m., I was finally able to get him to fall completely asleep in my arms, but fearing him waking up again, I just held him. My back hurting from carrying him around for two hours, I took him upstairs into his nursery and sat in the recliner my wife had gotten for feeding him when he was small...well, smaller than now.

He slept in my arms for another three hours; mouth open, drooling, snoring softly. Around 5:00 a.m., I was finally able take him to bed with me and get two hours of sleep before he kicked me awake. Needless to say, I’m exhausted. But Troy apparently is sick and had a lot of drainage going down his throat, which his why he was so miserable.  Being upright is the only way he could breathe.

It’s been a long time since I last held him while he slept because he didn’t feel well. And I think it was for the exact same reason. Of course this means that we have to get him COVID tested now before we take him back to the daycare. So, he’ll be the first official member of our family to get COVID tested. Not exactly the honor he should be striving for, but we can’t know for sure what kind of virus he might have.