You know that moment when your child is sick, but it's also the only time they'll cuddle with you?

Yeah. That moment. It's so bittersweet. There they are, devoid of energy for the only time in their pre-T2 life. Poor little things. Sniffly and snuffly, wheezy and sneezy. And fussy. So fussy.

The first cold made my boy into a wild man, because he didn't understand why his body wasn't being nice to him. So he just revolted. He slammed his blocks and threw everything on the floor. He screamed and whined and carried on. He fought going to sleep tooth and nail, and then when he did crash, his nose would slowly plug so he couldn't breathe through it, and he'd shake awake with a fright.

Still, it wasn't that bad. That is, until Sunday night.

The Broncos had just won the Super Bowl, and he was showing real signs of recovering from his RSV. Everything seemed to be going right with the world.

Then, unbeknownst to us, an ear infection started. He woke at almost midnight and cried for an hour. We had no clue why. When we settled him down and tried to lay him in the crib, it caused a pressure imbalance that aggravated the ear infection and made him shriek like a banshee.

We held him for hours. Every time we thought he was fully asleep, we'd lay him horizontal, cue the pressure imbalance that probably made his head pop, and he's lose it.

My wife held him in the chair all night. If he was somewhat upright, he could sleep. She couldn't. I sort of could.

I left for work in the middle of the night, as I do, and wasn't halfway there before I figured out how I was going to accomplish the essentials as fast as I could and take a sick day.

First time parents. We probably crack you grandparents up.

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Anyway, the morning after the ear infection started, we took him to the doctor and learned what was going on. For the rest of that day, he was little ball of lethargic, cuddly magic.

My boy doesn't do cuddle. He has two speeds. Full bore and passed the heck out. He's been known to go from one to the other with remarkable speed. There is no cuddling with him. Or at least their wasn't. Until then.

He melted in my arms all day. I watched the whole replay of the basketball game between Golden State vs. Oklahoma City. Part of it, he watched with me. The other part, he snoozed and snored on my shoulder in certified stillness. It never happened before. I don't think he will be a sickly child, so it may never happen again.

I don't want him to be sick. I can't wait until he is better. But if he has to be a bit under the weather to remember that my lap and chest are a great place to nap? Well, let's just say I'll take the opportunity when I can.

And I'll take it in silence, realizing that it will be one of the few times I can peacefully and silently hold my child still in my arms.

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