Last night my baby had an upset tummy, which lead to a little bit of a rough night. Nothing terrible, it was just more difficult than usual to get her to go back to sleep.
I was tired and frustrated and just wanted rest for both of us; me because I was exhausted and her because I knew it would make her feel better.
As I was rocking her I realized how foolish it was for me to be frustrated. I was holding my healthy daughter in the safety of my warm, dry home while other mothers in Moore are grieving for their babies or praying they find them alive. I can't fathom that. Today, I'm praying for them.