The Power of Mum
With a 3 am start to the day, I’ve had plenty of time to think about how we mother’s just know how to do things…
Our eldest woke in the wee hours of this morning crying out in urgency. Tim went down to see what the matter was. Over the monitor I then heard him call out for me. Our poor boy had spewed on the end of the bed. Cue the “mum-gene” or mum-instinct – call it what you will. I started calmly talking to my boy, telling him everything is okay whilst gently stroking his back. I informed Tim that I would move him into the shower to clean him up while he stripped the bed. I put Lachie in the shower, stripped him down, warmed up the shower and got him to stand under the warm water. I relieved hubby of his laundry duties (he was due to work a full-day today) and put a load of washing on (thank fully I only had to wash the doona cover). I then remade Lachie’s bed, with towels and Brolly Sheets (we used these when we were in night training, but they come in handy in these situations), got him out of the shower and dressed him before putting him back to bed.