Gratitude: Wiping Tears...

Our little one has had a little bit of a rough day.

You know. In between playing ball outside with Buddy, stacking and unstacking Aunt Meredith's left-over wedding plates and sneaking up the stairs when we weren't looking.

But other than that, she's got a pretty sore little bottom.

Our suspicion is 10 hours in the car sitting in a wet diaper is not a positive thing.

Parents. Of. The. Year.

In our defense, we did change her diaper every time we stopped. That just happened to only be every 2.5 hours. During which she SAT in it.

Awesome.

Changing her diaper today has been miserable. She screams bloody murder. And it's not the kind of crying she normally does when we change her diaper.

Also known as WWIII.

Eight times a day.

These are real tears of real pain.

I just about can't handle it.

Once we're finished changing and putting on her medicine, all she wants to do is be held by momma.

Which works out fabulously since I am also crying and all I want to do is hold my baby.

The last time I remember crying because she was hurting was last winter when she had RSV. Her fever was so high she couldn't sleep. She would fall asleep for just a minute and then wake herself crying. It was miserable. The most scared I have ever been in my life.

This is not RSV. There's no fever. No trouble breathing. No contemplating an Emergency Room visit.

My heart breaks nonetheless.

Because she's my baby.

And if painful things are to come, which we all know they will, I am grateful snuggling up with momma helps make things better.