I'm tired. Really, realllllly tired. That can be about 98% attributed to my lovely Juliette. Tonight has been rough so far and it's not even 11 yet. She's been very cranky - I think teething may be the culprit. I had to come upstairs to bed before I was quite ready. I still needed to clean the kitchen, wash bottles, and just have a few minutes to myself. However, Juliette had different ideas. She would not be consoled until laying in the bed with me. At first I was frustrated and a little annoyed. The headache I'm nursing right now wasn't helping either. But it's times like these that my mind turns to Kellie Staats.
I don't know her, and will in all likelihood never meet her, but she is on my mind A LOT. I follow her blog "Another Day Stronger" at kandjstaats.blogspot.com. She lost her daughter to SIDS when she was just over 4 months old. Kellie shares her grief and healing process on her blog - she is so strong and seems like a beautiful person. I've cried many tears for her, her husband, and her sweet Maddie. I think of her when I feel tired or overwhelmed or frustrated. I think how she would give anything for those sleepless nights, for the chance to soothe her baby again. I think of her and all my exhaustion melts away.
I am here in bed with Juliette laying right next to me, snoring softly. I'm going to put my arms back around her and press my nose to the top of her head and know that I am ever so lucky. I am not tired anymore. I am grateful.
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