Just when life couldn't get any worse, the dawn came...as I put both of my children to bed, I was happy as could be. Finally after 8+ hours my daughter finally decided to stop crying and finally nurse. Finally after weeks my son was able to say, "mommy, daddy proud of me for pooping in toliet." And finally after 24 short years of life, I am utterly and completely a mom. I can't go a week without talking about my offsprings' bowel movements. But speaking of bed, after a very stressful day with my daughter, after she finally went to sleep with a fully tummy, I found myself not wanting to put her down. Who would have thought?!