Where Is the Time Going?
Time. I remember when Emma was very little I was sharing with a lady at church all of my frustrations. And there were a lot. She was a colicky baby. Every. Single. Night. From the hours of 11:00pm to 4:00am she would scream. No matter what I did, she creamed. Change a diaper...still screaming. Bottle...screaming. Walk...screaming. Car ride...screaming. Swaddle, sway, shushing...you got it, she was still screaming. I think those 10 months were one of the darkest parts of my life. I’ve only shared this with a very few people, but one night I just couldn’t do it anymore. I was scared for me. I was scared for Emma. Jerry worked night shift. So I was literally alone with this screaming child. I called my mother on this particular night and told her I was afraid I was going to do something stupid. She encouraged me to get in the car and come to her and she would help. It was 2:00am. I showed up and she took Emma and allowed me to sleep. But man those months were rough. So I am sharing thes