10:45pm - uncurl out of bed for 2 ib profen. I'm exhausted to the point of restless. 3 nights now my "squirt" (my daughter) has tossed and turned screaming out, almost hourly, in pain. Tylenol has failed. Molars, I am convinced, are satan's way of reminding parents just how fallible we are.
"so what you survived colic and reflux... here have some molars" love, satan.
When I reach this point of exhaustion (sadly I know this place very well) I tend to prance around the philosophical realm.
side note: I think this must be what strung out artists feel like. They take drugs to get to a weird, blurry existential place. I could save them a lot of money, just give birth to a child who doesn't believe in sleep. no drugs needed.
aaaaaanyway, I laid in bed listening to my daughter cry (I'm not a bad mom, she did not want me to hold her, she hurled herself out of my arms back into bed) wondering if this was part of the adam and eve curse. Is this the result of Eve's forbidden fruit decision? If so, what was the original plan? Did God intend for women to carry children? What would that have looked like? Would a child have Houdini'd out of the womb? Or did God intend to just have fellowship with Adam and Eve with no procreation?
And furthermore, does He cry with babies as they cry the same as He weeps with adults? Is this what He feels like when his children cry during a death of a loved one or a divorce watching helplessly as we suffer? Did He know all along that Eve would fail and still longed for companionship so much that He was willing to endure watching us in misery if it meant seeing us at all?
I wish I could have answers to these things. Actually, I wish I could stop my daughter's pain. I'd suffer the endless questions forever if it meant she could be pain free. Was this His thought as he watched Jesus suffer and die?
I need sleep.
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