A few weeks ago on a Saturday, Hayden woke up in a pretty good mood. But within an hour or two, he was moping around. His Yo Gabba Gabba wasn’t keeping him entertained, and nothing seemed to hold his interest or assuage his melancholy.
“I think he’s going to throw up,” I told Ryan.
Without going into great detail, within an hour Hayden proved me right.
Hayden hasn’t been sick that often, but his disposition when changes so dramatically, it’s pretty easy to tell. Maybe it isn’t a mother’s sixth sense.
Today, to take another example, Hayden wasn’t overly interested in his new favorite show, Super Why (which he calls “Super”). He whined for his milk, but only took a sip. He came moping over to me at the computer and asked to sit on my lap. Hayden is not a snuggly child, really, but he cuddled up to me. (The baby enjoyed pushing against him at this point. Hayden said he couldn’t feel it, though.)
I wrapped him up in my blanket (BLANKETS IN JUNE!!) and he maneuvered to make himself most comfortable on my lap. His head felt a little warm.
Finally, he lifted his head and said, “S’eep me.” It was 11 AM.
I confirmed that he wanted to go lay in his bed, where he has been quiet (and presumably sleeping) for the last half hour.
Poor kid.