Inside Out - Lisa Rugglesa thousand times I’ve failed, still your mercy remains

Last week I woke up to a little person tugging on my arm in the middle of the night. Emily had woke up and wasn’t feeling good. I pulled her into bed and loved on her. Her tummy and back were hurting.

Note to self: When your mother intuition says, go get a bucket, do it!

Let’s just say we both ended up with puke all over us. I was kicking myself for not getting the bucket. Oh the things you go through for your babies.

I spent the rest of the night rocking her. It brought back memories of nights spent in the rocker when the girls were little.

The day after Chloe was born Brad’s Mom took him to pick out a glider. It will always be a part of our family. There are so many memories that were made rocking my little ones. Although not all were pleasant, it is piece of our history.

Chloe was a premie and very collicky. Brad and I would take turns being with her all night and when we couldn’t handle it anymore we would call in Grandma for relief. The first couple months of her life were really difficult. I had health issues, didn’t feel good, and had a screaming baby.

As I rocked Emily the other night, I held her tight and savored the hours in the middle of the night with my baby realizing that my little ones are growing up quickly. How many nights will I have to hold them and comfort them like a little child?

I have become very nostalgic with that rocker and it will always have a place in our home.

It is a part of our story.
What do you have in your home that holds sentimental value?