I was hungry, sleep deprived, crampy (thanks Aunt Flo) and feeling the pressure of being a mom. Julianna is in my arms crying. She is teething, has a wet diaper, and woke up screaming for milk. Joshua is on the rug, in a boppy pillow, teething, no diaper (I was in the process of changing when the screaming started) and yelling too. He is tired and wants to go to bed. Mariella begins to follow their lead and began to whine and fake cry. My eyes tear up, I didn’t know who to take care of first. I start to cry.
The two oldest kiddies, Mariella and Joshua, stop crying. I turn to see what was going on. I see my beautiful first born daughter holding a bottle to Joshua’s mouth. She is saying “shhhhhhhhhh, its ok.” I burst into tears. How sweet of her to try and help me. To help her baby brother. The bottle is empty, and I don’t know where she found it. But oh how I love her for being such a big girl. :-) I am so proud of her. She fills my heart with so much love and once again I am reminded of how truly blessed I am to have all these Wee Babies in my life. I am blessed to be their mommy.
I love you Mariella Lee!