Heavy Hearts and Little Woes

My little man has a fever. It's breaking my heart to see him this way but more than that it is breaking my heart to know it could be worst; Babies who are abused or neglected or starving or have to have extensive care and shots. :( I can't imagine the trauma those poor babies have been through in their short, first years of life. I thank God we didn't have to go through that or have our little Button hurt so much. Thank God our child is safe and has such strong woes over such small pains (his fever only got up to 100 and has been stagnant at 98.5 all day today so it has never been high enough to go to the dr. or medicate... which would be 100.2 or higher) and will never know what’s is like to only have ONE choice of food to eat or a snuggle-less day, or stronger pains then a icky stomach. My heart is heavy today.
I see my son crying, begging to be held and I rock him, shushing him and patting his back. He fell asleep crying last night, laying on my pillow beside me and holding my hand. There are children falling to sleep with no mommies hands. No soothing or comfort when hungry and restless or in pain. That child might be my child far away. One of my babies, safe in his mommies arms, sick and sad but comfortable and confirmed in his love, the other, far away, sad and longing. But it’s not just my children... it's all of them.
My little Button is sick, but I'm so blessed to know that this, only this has been the worst of his woes.