On one particular evening, Lucy was so sleepy that she couldn't stand herself any longer. Unfortunately, the pain was too much for her. We had given her Motrin and Orajel and a cold wet bath cloth to chew on. Eventually she would get comfortable and then....... NOT so much. Ed and I had been taking turns throughout the evening. He, being the night owl, usually pulls night duties and I typically get the morning shift. At about 12:30 or 1:00 am, Ed clocked out and came to bed. Within an hour or so the crying resumed and the baby monitor lit up as if it might explode. I rubbed my eyes and began to sit up just as the sweetest most matter of fact little voice came over the monitor.

"Baby! Baby! BE QUIET. Go to sleep."
"Baby you O.....kay!"
Listening to two year old Emory comfort her baby sister completely broke all tension caused by lack of sleep. Ed and I laid in bed and giggled together as Emory worked to calm Lucy. In that instance we were reminded that parenting is not only feeling like you are too tired or beat down but it's also about the little moments. The moments of answering questions that make you smile. The moments of hearing the laughter of everyone playing nicely. The moments of witnessing the showcase of affections amongst sisters.
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