Dear Khloe,

3 days ago you got your first ever stomach flu. As odd as it sounds, I am so grateful. We are 27 days away from the arrival of "sissy" (new baby) and over the past 3 days I have been able to see you for the Khloe that you are, no distractions. My primary focus has been to hold you and love you and nap with you, and squeeze you in between us in "MommyDaddy Bed" at night. Our sweet, adorable little angel. Man, we are so lucky.
Daddy heard you crying just for a second on Tuesday night, so he went in to check on you. Sure enough, you and your whole bed were covered in vomit. You stood there shaking...cold, scared, confussed. Ryan called for me and I immediately started crying. There is not a more helpless feeling than to see your sick, weak little baby, and not being able to do a thing about it.
I immediately got in the bathtub with you to clean you up, not caring or even thinking about the possibility of me getting sick at 36 weeks pregnant. It didn't matter. All I wanted was to take your fears and pain away. So there we sat in the tub, where I squeezed the sponge of warm water over your back over and over until you calmed down.
We were up all night. We went through 4 sets of sheets, 6 pairs of jammies, and all of our hot water from the numerous baths and showers. At 6am I started changing the sheets for the 4th time, and you looked at me and said, "Mommy, me really sorry me sick." It broke my heart. You could tell I was irritated. And you, being 2 and a half, didn't know it was from the exhaustion and worry...you thought I was mad at you. I am so sorry. The next 2 days I spent holding you and watching you sleep, never showing any irritation, just love. You are so beautiful. My angel. My gift. My reward for anything good I have ever done.
Thank you God for this reminder of what is important, for the clarity. And for forcing me to take time to focus souly on our Khloe before you give us our next gift, our next little blessing, our second baby girl.
Khloe, today you are healthy...just as sassy as ever, full of energy, full of life!
Thank you for being you, my dear. I hope God continues to give me these reminders from time to time.
Mom and Dad love you to the sky and back.