Mumma Are You Mad At Me?

It's no fun when kids fall sick. It's even less fun when that makes them throw up a whole lot. 

Such is the case with little Miss Haana over the last 3 days. Poor little baby has gotten a stomach bug and hasn't been able to keep anything down.

It all started on Saturday evening. We decided to check out an art show of local artists in the neighborhood. The weather was perfect. I was looking forward to it with much anticipation. This art festival had some of the very good artists from the area, some coming in from neighboring states with beautiful art pieces. Soon after reaching there, little girl complained she wasn't feeling so good. Initially I thought maybe it's breathing trouble- asthma. She was very uncomfortable, so we headed back to the car. On the way back home, the poor little thing threw up copious amounts. I was driving at eyebrow raising speeds to get us back to relative comfort. 

At home, I got the little baby changed and washed up while Dad washed up the car seat. I thought the worst was behind us. I got some fresh white rice and yogurt for her to eat before she dozes off for the night. We cuddled for our weekend ritual of Magic School Bus while I tried to have some solid food into the little baby.

And then it happened again. She threw up again. I was frustrated to say the least. More washing, laundry, bathing, vacuuming, bed-making... I was not happy, but I didn't vocally say anything. I gave the little girl a quick bath again, and was washing the clothes in the bath tub. The little girl was watching me. 

Then, after what must have been a long labored silence, she meekly asked me- Mumma, are you mad at me?

I instantly melted! What? Does she think

I'm mad at her? Why would I be mad at her? I said -'No bachha! Why would I be mad at you?!!' I felt bad for being frustrated, making her feel sorry. More hugs to follow. I feel so sorry and loving everytime I think back to her question. Love can be so very tender and sweet...