Emmet got his 4 months shots

Today I felt like I was a good mom. I was up with Emmett at 3:30AM for about an hour. Usually he sleeps through the night, but last night he didn't. Mike and I both stayed up with him until he got tired. I gave him a tummy, leg and arm massage. Mike was trying to help. Eventually, we put him in his swing and he fell asleep. This morning, Mike got up with him and made me coffee. When I woke up, I said "Good morning little boy" He pulled his hands together into a fist and made a little yelp (almost like a clap). I nursed him and he was happy. He was happy all the way to the doctors — even in the doctor's office. He is such a morning person.

Then, they gave him his shots. He did cry, but I told him it was ok. So he'd cry really loud and then all of the sudden stop and look at me, tears spilling over his eye rims, with his lower lip quivering. But I knew, that even though it hurt, because I was there he knew everything was ok.

Incidents like this make me feel like I am the most important person in the world. All of the sudden, I don't care about being "cool and hip" and such a "real person that's just a mom". All of the sudden, I want to just be Emmett's mom — nothing more.