We take the bad days along with the good.

Daddy (aka Matt, my husband) arrived home today after 6 weeks working overseas.  We were all looking forward to a nice family reunion – Jaedon has been bugging me every day this week wanting to know if it is daddy day.  I was looking forward to his excited little face when he saw his second favourite person in the world (after me, or course 🙂 ) exit customs.  But all he did was sit in his pram and mope, barely acknowledging him.  I put it down to the early rise we all had in order to get to the airport on time.
Safely home, Jaedon and I were having a quiet cuddle on the couch when all of a sudden he started vomiting, and crying. Then vomiting some more.  Poor boy, he really hates being sick (not that any of us enjoy it that much). And then he spent the next several hours in bed, at his request, with one of us constantly cuddled up next to him.  We knew he had to be really sick at this point.  When he eventually ventured out, he spent another couple of hours laying on the cushions, or our laps, on the lounge-room floor. 🙁
And on top of that, Alicia-Rae still isn’t over whatever she has either – today probably being her worst day so far. She spent the most of it crying, or trying not to.  It was just heartbreaking to watch her little face crumpled up.
So we didn’t quite get the day we expected.
But we did get lots of cuddles. And we did feel fulfilled in doing the best we could do to give our children what they needed most – good old fashioned love.
It might not have seemed the best of days, but it brought us together as a family which is all we asked for anyway.

And just to make you feel as sorry for our little ones as we did, here are their sad little faces