Dear Sam,
One day your gas will just annoy me with its stinkiness, but now it causes me actual pain. Please don't swallow any more bubbles. I hate to watch you cry. I tried and tried this morning to get you calm. I'm sorry if there are any lasting effects to taking two teething tablets, gum numb gel, and gas medicine all at the same time.
I rocked you inside. I rocked you outside. I rocked you standing up. I swung you. I feed you. I sang to you. Look at me and those mommy bags under my eyes. Can't you see I tried?
I wish someone would invent a burp machine. It would just massage the baby's stomach until she burped, and then lull her to sleep.
I'm not sure what was going on with you this morning. I feel as though I've failed. Sorry, child. This is the lot you drew when I became your mom.
Somewhere in the heat of a humid summer I think those gas bubbles stuck inside your stomach. They wouldn't budge. Then the sky began to rumble. You quieted 
down for that, and by the time the first rain drop fell you had burped, and laid down for you nap.
down for that, and by the time the first rain drop fell you had burped, and laid down for you nap. Praise be to God.
5 comments:
good looking and interesting blog… it's nice to be here! Keep on nice post :)
awww...poor little sam. he still looks very cute even with his face all squenched in pain. I am glad it passed.
I think "gas" is code for "inconsolable that he hasn't met his Auntie Amber yet." Don't worry Sam, I'll be there soon.
It's like breaking out of prison to get in here!
Ah, Motherhood! the things they never write about in the books.
Delightful to see Sam
Welcome to motherhood! It gets easier. Kind of. I love all of his blond hair. More pics please!
Lisa
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