All in a Mother's Day.

Mother's Day started off kind of rough. Okay, alot rough. As you know, Cole is eating cereal, fruits and veggies now. He has been eating sweet potatoes for the last three days. Little did I know that sweet potatoes may cause serious gas problems in babies. (You see where I'm headed don't you.) Cole rung in my very first (second if you count when he was in my womb) Mother's Day at 11:30pm with loud cries of pain. Nothing would soothe him except me holding and patting him. He'd sleep for 30 minutes and then it was pain again; and again; and again. Finally at 2am I gave him a bottle and some gas-drops. This seemed to help relieve some of the pressure in his little belly. (This is all probably way TMI; I apologize.) By this time I was in full communication with God. That is the only way I made it through the night. At 5am I woke My Love up and asked for help. He gladly woke up and jumped right in to rescue me. He was wonderful! At 6am I finally get to sleep. 8am Cole wakes up and I hit the ground running one more day. Poor little guy, I just felt so bad for him because I simply could not fix him (all of the belly rubbing, leg cycling, bouncing, rocking, patting, and walking just wasn't working).

Although we got off to a rocky start, Mother's Day is ending up pretty good. The whole family (My Love, Cole, April and myself) went on a walk this afternoon to our neighborhood lake. The weather was just gorgeous; perfect for an afternoon outing. While we were there we fed the ducks, fish and turtles. Cole had a blast. We all did.

The evening is still young and all is looking up. A mother's work is hard and trying at times but when you hold your little one in your arms it makes everything alright. Thank you Mom for all those times I know you gave everything you had to care for me. I love you.