As you know, I am a mom. This morning I am sitting at the hospital bedside of my oldest daughter, another mom. My sweet baby (because you Moms know they will always be our babies no matter how old they get and especially at their most vulnerable) has been here since yesterday morning, 33 weeks pregnant with baby #3. Dr. tells us baby is doing fine and labor does not appear to be the issue, but my girl is having overwhelming waves of abdominal cramping (labor pain without the labor - which is a good thing as it is too early for this baby to be making an appearance, yet a 24 + hour round practice isn't doing my 'baby' any good).
As a Mom, I want to make this stop, I want the answers that aren't there (labs are good...maybe a kidney stone. ..maybe the baby in a position pushing on the wrong nerves...). As a Mom, my heart breaks for my child in pain, my daughter in frustration and exhaustion. But also as a Mom, I see the woman beside me as a strong mother herself, breathing through the pain, finding focus in her faith and in her family at home and in the strong heartbeat of the child within her.
2 mothers on a rainy Monday morning, hoping for a break in the clouds soon.