My Poor Munchkin

I got a phone call while waiting for pokey to get through my groceries. It was James saying that Jameson had gotten a fat lip. I heard Jameson crying in the background but I didn't think it was too bad, he's done it before.
As soon as I opened the door when I got home, Jameson started bawling. I put down my bags and went to find him. He was on the sofa, wrapped up in a blanket, with ice in a towel next to him. He was so sad. I can just imagine that he couldn't wait for me, his main provider of comfort, to come home to him. It broke my heart. His big brown eyes were overflowing with tears and he was obviously in pain. He eventually stopped chewing on his lip long enough to give me a look. It sure was swollen. His upper lip was huge. The inside had been bloody too as there was evidence of dried blood on his finger. (He probably sucked on it.)
It was so sad. :( I just wanted to take all the pain away from him and take it on myself. I scooped him up in my arms and rocked him. (Not so easy to do but something I'm not ready to give up. I know he's not ready to give it up either.)
I told him that I think icecream sandwiches really make fat lips feel better. (I don't need any lectures about comfort food and how I'm setting my child up for a life long battle with snacking. He was sad and I wanted him to feel better. Besides, how many people wouldn't want ice cream if their lip hurt?!?!?!) We went to the table where he slowly ate his delectable treat. It took him twice the time it normally takes him to eat it. Poor thing, he was obviously in pain. He would start crying spontaneously, obviously when he hit it again or the pain increased. It was such a heart breaking time.
After doing a puzzle together we headed upstairs for bed. I even let him skip the chore of brushing his teeth. (I also don't need any lectures about cavities!!)
While getting ready for bed he was quite thirsty so he gestured for me to get him some water. I think he momentarily forgot about his lip because he went to take a drink and the action of sucking on his sippy cup brought back a surge of pain. Poor munchkin. :(
I calmed him once again. We read our new Thomas book (thanks to a clothing and toy swap at MOPS today) and said our prayers. Jameson wanted me to pray for him since his mouth hurt and it was difficult to talk. He was already developing some gestures to get his point across. I prayed for him both in words but also asking for him to be healed. Stellan also mumbled out something about having Jameson feel better.
After tucking Stellan into bed (he only likes me to do it, James is only "allowed" if I'm not home and even then it's under much duress) I headed back to Jameson's room. "Lay with me Mommy". That's not something I normally do nor is it something I want to start but I'll do anything for my sad or sick children. I crawled in bed next to him and hoped that the food that needed to go in the fridge could wait until my baby was feeling better.