Lesson From Some Dumb Ol' Sheep

Baaxter is feeling much better!  In fact, by last night he was feeling so much better that, with as tired as I was from having stayed up with him for two nights, I sort of almost kinda a little wished he could be just a wee bit sick again.  Not really ;-).

Maisie nearly died so many times as a baby that it's still amazing to me sometimes that she's out running around (with her propeller twirling :-) the fields playing with her friends.  The big lesson I learned from Maisie was the importance of rest.  When she was having a really, really tanked day, if I could just get her to fall asleep, sound asleep, she would be almost miraculously turned back around when she woke up.  

She usually had to sleep tucked in next to me covered up with her favorite blanket until she got too warm and I'd pull it back a little until she got too cool and then I'd cover her back up...  Baaxter slept next to me when he was at his worst, but by yesterday afternoon, he'd headed back to one of his favorite nap spots behind the wicker chairs.  Like Maisie, it was amazing how much better he'd be when he woke up.

But really, is it that amazing?  We've been told our whole lives to rest when we're sick.  Maybe the reason I never really believed it mattered that much is I've never actually made myself rest.  There's always something that HAS to be done...  We now have two very clear, shall we say black and white ;-) proofs that rest really does make a difference.