Being a mom is scary. The past two+ years (Whoa! Where has the time gone?!) have been full of fears and failures. As the time is getting closer to have your brother, I can’t help but remember the first night you cried inconsolably. You had been such a good baby, a good eater, and a good sleeper. However, I was still recovering from a 10 hour delivery, and was still so exhausted.
When you started crying that first time, you didn’t want to eat or need to be changed, and nothing I did was helping. So I did all that I could, and then I cried too.
Not because I had had enough or was overwhelmed, but because I couldn’t help you. I didn’t know how. I didn’t know what you needed, and I wanted to be all you needed and to be able to comfort you and dry your tears.
I’m sure with both of us crying hysterically, Daddy probably was freaking out on the inside… but being the natural problem solver he is, he didn’t let it show and handled both of us like a champ.
That was a scary night for a first time mom, but we figured it out together. And with some gas drops, everything worked itself out and you continued to be that good eater and good sleeper…
…until about six months when we transitioned out of the heaven-sent woombie… but that’s another story.
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I know I say it time and time again, but you truly are an amazing momma😘❤️