Two children crying. One wanting to nurse. The other having just thrown up. It's the wee hours of the morning. Having to decide between my children. Which child do I chose? The hungry one? The sick one? The first time I hurried to the sick one and let the baby cry. I knew he was safe and would just end up more mad than anything. The sick one was crying after having thrown up in his bed. Crying for mommy. The second time the sick one was crying as I was just finishing nursing the baby. I had him on the brink of sleep so I made sure he was good and asleep before I went to his brother. Knowing what was going to greet me.
One of the hardest things about being a mother of more than one child is having to decide. There are times we have to made a decision to take care of or comfort one child over the other. Do I love the child I pick more than the other? No! Is it a decision I wish I didn't have to make? Yes! But it's part of being a mom, making decisions at times that we don't like but doing what we have to do.
7 years ago
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