I just keep reminding myself to breathe.
To you moms out there...you know that sickening, deep-down, weird feeling you get when you just *know* that not all is well with your baby? She's fussy. She seems uncomfortable. She doesn't want to play. She doesn't want held. She doesn't want to nap. She doesn't want to watch her favorite shows. She doesn't want to eat. She doesn't want anything.
And then she has a -down both legs blow out- and you realize, ahhhh! Maybe her tummy hurts?
But even that doesn't make sense because then she eats a big lunch.
I'm filled with worry for her today because something just doesn't seem right in her world.
I am so thankful that she was finally able to close those sweet blue eyes and get some rest. For her sanity and mine. I pray and pray and pray that she'll wake up all renewed and refreshed.
But how do you moms of more than one do it? How can your mind and heart handle so much worry? I sometimes worry that I won't be able to handle it.
I so wish I could go back to bed and wake up with a do-over.