Being on bed-rest a couple of times has taught me a lot. Laying there, in pain, with barely the strength to roll over... it gives an overwhelming feeling of helplessness. For me, as an adult, I feel guilty calling out my repeated requests, knowing that the one caring for me is also tired. I can imagine how annoying it is to jump back in the room every few minutes for another little thing. As I lay there I was struck with what it must be like for child. A young child certainly does not have such a developed sense of otherness and the empathy that would make him filter or delay his requests.
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