Magnus

This Sunday we had a nice day planned for the entire family, but after my morning shower I felt absolutely exhausted and crawled right back into bed. Mike left for church with Samuel, leaving me alone in my bed with Magnus, a bag of cough drops and a lot of kleenex.

Magnus and me took a nap together, his little hand on my arm. We overslept.

When Mike came home we cancelled our dinner appointment. I wasn't fit to leave my bed anytime soon.

Magnus was next to me, Samuel was napping and Mike slowly worked his way around the house doing all the things that I take care of during an ordinary day. I could hear him pick up toys, clear off the table, change a diaper, prepare a snack for Samuel and make a bottle for Magnus.

I stayed in bed.

When I finally turned off the light and laid down to sleep, I wasn't frustrated or annoyed like I normally am when I am sick. Instead I thought of my little smiling baby whom I had spent the entire day with.


Because I was sick I wasn't running around like I normally am, folding laundry, doing dishes, making a sandwich or so on and so on. Suddenly I was just there and I couldn't really do anything else than be with Magnus.


Having a soft, warm baby next to you and nothing to do is actually great.