I didn’t make a birthday cake today. I didn’t wrap presents. I didn’t make meatballs or cake balls or ball melons for the Ball we were planning to have tomorrow but had to postpone. I didn’t play birthday games. I didn’t go for a run or to the park or to the store. I didn’t make a special birthday dinner. I didn’t do a lot of things I’d planned to do.
But I did clean up throw-up. And diarrhea. I did call the doctor. I did wash some very messy clothes. I did feed my baby clear liquids and soft food. And I did hold him for a long, long time.
I think that is all he wanted for his birthday.