There are many things that a mother has to endure. There's sickness, tantrums, rufusal to eat healthy, dirt, and good old fasioned poop. These are only a few of the normal circumstances that we go through. There are the extreme ones that I have witnessed, but never been privy to. To those mothers, I say a prayer for you.
I think there are some mother things that I do very well. I won't boast here, but there are things I don't do well, I know, shocker. I don't do late night wake ups well. If my son wakes up in the middle of the night, more that one night in a row, or even more than once a night, I turn into this:
Last night I got up with Carter, I gave him teething medicine and laid him back down in his crib. He was unhappy, and cried for the following 30 minutes. He then spit all of the Tylonal out of his mouth, I knocked over a full cup of water, and Keith was forced to get out of bed and comfort a screaming child. I was angry and refused to go back to bed. I didn't see the point of going back to bed just to be awoke again in the next couple of hours. I was a nightnare. I was blessed with a very patient and understanding husband. He tried to go back to bed after I refused, but his concience told him I still needed him to talk to me. I then broke down and cried. I am such a idiot at times. I was stubborn and ashamed of myself. I know that Carter can't help feeling the way he does, but I too cannot help geting mad at a lack of sleep. I guess that is one thing I will never be good at. Will I try and work harder at it? Of course! Will I succeed? Never! But with the support system I have going for me, and a God that knows how much I can handle (even if I don't), I will get up willing and work through the teething, until every last tooth is in that mouth!
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