Today has been one of those days.
One of those days where I am eating dinner and it’s almost 9 pm.
Where I have waited in a pediatrician’s office for an hour and a half with a toddler and a one month old waiting for a simple weight check.
When said one month old threw up all over while getting a lab drawn.
One of those days when the one month old choked on milk while the toddler simultaneously tripped and fell hard.
When soothing one child means the screaming of another child.
Where screaming ensued for long periods of time in the car while mama tried not to speed home.
When mama needed to change her clothes before even 7:30 am because of so much baby vomit.
Where set plans have been revised, revised again, and yet revised one last time.
When it seems sometimes there is more corrective action happening at home than there is play and games.
When the only prayer mama can muster at bedtime is for her child to sleep well through the night.
It’s been one of those days when baby girl was thought to be sick– but wasn’t.
When baby girl is rapidly gaining weight despite constantly throwing up.
When daddy was able to come home from work a little early.
When mama got to see her sister and visit, even if only for a short while.
When daddy is here soothing baby girl so that mama can get a little break.
When the kitchen is clean and at least one child is sleeping peacefully.
When there is hope for a new day, a new morning, and new mercies.
May He give new mercies.
“From the end of the earth I will cry to You,
When my heart is overwhelmed; lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.”