He’s been sneezing and wheezing all night long. Again I was up at various moments in the night to feed and comfort him. Again I watched the sky outside brighten slowly, so I guess it wasn’t all that bad.
I can’t be certain, but I think Baby Sunny is falling ill, possibly the flu. Normally after drinking he goes back to sleep, but last night he was not to be comforted. However I patted him, however I walked around with him on my shoulder, however I rocked his bed, he would not sleep. His breath was heavy, his nose runny, and his stomach churning badly. And he wailed like never before, a heart-breaking sound carrying the pain into our hearts. Even when he was lying in bed, eyes shut and in apparent sleep, his throat would let out a terrible wailing and muffled groaning. Poor Baby Sunny, I wish there was something I could have done to take away the pain and the suffering.
Birth, aging, sickness…a few of the processes of life according to Buddhism. And baby Sunny has had them all.