That's when you know...

(Found here: Cecil Beaton Portraits)

I have to take care of my baby. I have to put cool cloths on his head and keep bringing him fluids and pat him on the tummy and feel so very, very awful that I can’t snap my fingers and take the illness myself, which I would do a thousand times over if I could.
And that pretty much sums up motherhood right there. Forget about the laundry, the cooking, the picking up, and the chores. The severity of those things can vary, depending on the culture.
But the utter clarity that at any given moment, you’d remove any harmful microbe from their body and inject it into yours?
That’s when you know you’re a mama.
(Source: Confessions of a Pioneer Woman) 


Yep...day three of Lilly being infected with the flu, and that about says it.