During the first storm last weekend, we had our own version of a storm in our house. For two days straight Nori cried, no- she wailed. As my brother in law would say- she "opened a can of WA (whoop ass)." Before then, Nori hadn't cried, we would now call that "fussing." So for two days we theorized what could be the problem- something I ate? constipation? overtired? growth spurt? or our worst fear- our angel child was turning into a . . . difficult baby. It was so hard not to know how to fix her pain and at one point I was sobbing as loudly as she was. Thankfully, she woke up as peacefully as the weather was on Sunday- both storms had passed.
Having those few difficult days, has deepened my love for her. I can imagine that every storm we go through with her, will continue to do the same- scare us, hurt us and cause us to know even more what love is.
so so beautifully said.
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