"NO! NO!"
"NO DOCTOOR"
"NO PEENCH"
"NO! NO!"
This is what Mark and I have been waking up to night after night... ever since my little Kyle has been sick. It breaks my heart....
Imagine this:
It's the middle of the night and we are sound asleep. Suddenly I feel Kyle's little feet kicking me in the legs and moving the blankets all around...
"no" he whispers quietly.
"no, no" he says a little louder as he turns sharply towards Mark's side of the bed.
Suddenly he sits up and starts wailing "No, no docor, no docor, no!"
He grabs his arms and he tries to hide them.
"NO PEENCH ME DOCOR! NO!"
Mark picks him up and holds him tight and rubs his arms gently... he whispers, "Shh... baby.... Daddy's got you".
"No! MOMMY! NO!"
"No Mommy?" Mark asks him, "Shh... Buddy it's o.k. Why 'No Mommy'?"
"Mommy No Docor" he says sadly.
This breaks my heart... my son doesn't want me in the middle of the night. Why? you might ask. Because I took him to the doctor."
The next morning Kyle wakes up as if this episode never occurred. Plays on the floor sweetly, like he does every day. Crawls up on my lap, hugs me and says, "No mo docor mommy, pwease?"
I hug him tight, kiss his head...
"No more doctor baby doll, no more doctor."
