Snuggled up, completely comfortable. Nothing in the world could possibly bother you. Then comes the screams.
Not wanting to move, the screams only increase in their decibels.
Have to move now. Pick up eleven pounds of angry screaming little boy.
The newest man of the house, is unhappy. Making himself be heard.
Scrambling to find the reason, he is bounced, rocked, sang to, swaddled, and swung. Nothing appeases this little king.
A bottle must be fetched.
Sweet sweet quite is found.
The little man is soothed. Comfort is far gone for others. Only the little mans needs are met.
Every day, every few hours this scene is repeated.
Nothing can explain the love a mother has for her little ones, but there must be a deep love, to deal with this hours on end.
