Real Tears

Newborns don’t get tears right away, it takes a little while. Well, the tears have arrived and they are heartbreaking! The darn nasal aspirator, it’s a blessing and a curse (mostly a blessing). I had a choice to either make Miss Prayse a very mad little baby or a baby that couldn’t breathe very well through her nose.

I’ll admit I usually make Raymonn do all the mean stuff. I like being the one who swoops in the save the day with cuddling. Today I just couldn’t take hearing her struggle to breathe through her nose, I know what it feels like. I had an entire pregnancy to relate to the feeling.

Afterwards as we were rocking and cuddling and I was giving her all of my “Mama’s sorry” kisses I noticed her cheeks were wet as well as her eyes. Looking closely I saw her gorgeous eyelashes clumped together, also wet. It was then that my tears were also very real.

As I sit here listening to her sigh and coo in the bassinet as she puts herself to sleep I know that all is right in the world again. It still sucks to be the one to make the real tears come first though.