Calpol and Cuddles

Today is a sad day in our house as Noah had his next round of injections and, as was the case last time, he's not reacting well! Poor little thing is currently whimpering in his sleep on Mr. V's shoulder having literally screamed himself into a sweat and finally exhausted himself completely. He'd been responding quite well for the first few hours but suddenly turned just now, bless him.

Not to over-spiritualise at this point but one of Noah's godmothers highlighted a great yet simple truth to me recently: there are parallels to be drawn between the pain God allows us to experience for our own good and the pain we're allowing Noah to suffer with these many rounds of injections. We, as his parents, know that the short term stinging (and resulting fever etc) are worth it because the immunisations will protect him from much worse illnesses in the long run. God, our loving Father, knows that the struggles we go through will shape our character and potentially the paths we'll take as a result of them. Something tells me it hurts God to see us suffer just as much as it hurt me to watch Noah in pain today; call me crazy but that's comforting to me.