There are nights where you're up holding a wide awake baby, trying to coax them back to sleep.
There are nights when you're nursing a sick baby back to health.
There are nights when your kid is going through a growth spurt and ohmigosh, wants to eat around the clock.
There are nights when your poor baby has tummy pain, of some sort...and your night is filled with rubbing their belly, doing bicycle legs, and giving them mylicon-- making sure everything is a-okay.
Or there will be nights like I had last night, when it is obvious--so very obvious beyond compare that her little teeth are shifting under those gums and trying to make their way through those tender little gums.
Where she wakes up in sheer agony, and I hear shrieks and cries of pain like I've never heard out of my happy little lady before.
I go and scoop her up because I know, I just know she's in pain. It's rough. The night was rough--but it was harder for me to see her struggling so much.
You know? I'm told that if adults had to go through the teething process that we'd never make it. It's too difficult. Go figure.
So, last night, as I was in the rocker, holding her--stroking her head, feeling her warm cheeks, and rubbing her back, I thought Yep, this is it.
This is motherhood. The unpredictable nights when new things are happening to your little one. The sacrifice of your own
And just like one of my favorite fancy bloggers, Miss Kelle Hampton puts it---those are the nights you earn another badge of motherhood. You've done good.
When she's in pain, when nights aren't 'right' or feel off---yep, you better bet I'm there. Earning another unseen badge of motherhood.
Because my reward is in smiles, and happy feet.