The Peanut Gallerie

I had James all day and he was a very unhappy baby. For the first time ever, James cried and cried and cried all day long. I felt like the worst mother in the world. Nothing I did helped. Nothing I did made the pain my child was experiencing any less.

Bless his little heart. It hurts to see tears in his eyes.

By the end of the night, I was done. Completely exhausted mentally, physically and emotionally. I was out of ideas. I gave James baby Tylenol. The most the doctor said I could give. It seemed to work and James knocked out. (and was a very happy baby the next morning :)

Before the fiasco with James, Austin had planned such a wonderful night.

(I'll be honest. I get moody. I know, such a shock. Normally, a day like that with James and I would have to call it a night. Everything would have been ruined. Normally, in any other relationship, I would have fought with my significant other out of exhaustion and stress. Sounds silly, I know, but it's what I knew. It's how I handled things. I would have went to bed angry. No... not this time.)

As I got James to bed (and my head thinking clearer) I found Austin in the kitchen and gave him a huge hug. We sat down and had a very personal conversation about how we wanted to handle nights like these. It was deep, so I won't get into it. 

After this conversation, it seemed like the air had been cleared. (Not just us pushing things under the rug, but actually talking things out.) We were able to leave the mood behind to move forward and enjoy the rest of our night.

It was real life.

As we sat down to eat the dinner Austin had prepared for us, I couldn't help but smile. (It might have been the three lemondrops.. man, those were amazing... or the movie "The Goods".. have you seen that movie? Seriously, some really funny parts in it.) I smiled out of happiness. That I'm not just in a relationship, I have a partner that wants to put in his 100%.

Ha, the things God brings to the table.