Some days, like today, I am grumpy and bitching that my baby hasn't slept good these past few days; he is too active when I am feeling crummy, so on and so forth...
Then I grab the paper and read about some poor baby who was killed by a drunk driver, or I log on here and read a question about a 4-month old who has spent much of it's young life in NICU, and I realize that I am fortunate to be having these problems. Some parents would kill to have a sleepless night with their baby, or to have to cuddle them while their fever comes down at 3 a.m....
...And it really puts things into perspective for me. I have priveledged problems, and I am so fortunate to have two happy, healthy children whose worst ailment has been a stomach flu or a sore throat. I feel bad for complaining in the first place.
Does anyone else ever feel this way?
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