When little things become BIG things

Daddy did the night shift with Bernadette last night to give Joseph a night off for his birthday.  She said she really enjoyed staying with Daddy for a change.   When she was in the hospital for the two weeks Daddy stayed with her almost every night.  She enjoyed those nights.

This morning she is in intense pain in her side.  So much so that she agreed to take morphine.  She hates morphine!  But now as I type this she has calmed down.  I’m hoping she’ll actually fall asleep for a little while.

The other big thing we did this morning had us BOTH in tears.  Bernadette finally agreed to have her hair cut so she can roll over with greater ease.  I tried to do it in a hurry before she changed her mind.  My first mistake.   Then while I was actually cutting it, I was in a hurry before she ran out of energy to sit up.   My second mistake.  In the end it was a botched job and she cried because it was shorter than she thought it would be.  It was shorter than I thought it would be too!!!!  My third mistake!  So we both cried.  It’s been over an hour now and she’s come to grips with it and I’m still crying!  I’ve attached before and after pictures.  The after picture is before I tried to tidy it up a little.  Still needs to be fixed but nobody is going to notice, not even her, just me of course.    I know this is just a mother thing, but I fear I’ll feel guilty about this for a long time to come.   Or maybe I just need a nap too.