Our Little Bear

Wednesday, September 19th, 2007 at 9:42 pm

I have given Sam a little bear nick name. He does this thing with his bottom lip – it kinda hangs out when he is hungry and it makes him look like a bear cub. I have taken to calling him “Cubby” which is cute because that was (and still is) his dad’s nick name. Although Ryan got his nick name from his father, who got it from his dad, who got it from his aunt – or something like that, I am very confused by all of it (the nick name was originally taken from our last name, Culbertson). It is funny, we go to church with Ryan’s great aunt Leona and she is still called Cubby today.

Anyway, my little Cubby received his first shots yesterday. ;o/. I was terribly irritated by it but I had prayed about it and knew he should receive them. I have six kids and no, it never gets easier to watch them go through the pain of “the evil prick”. I feel so cruel standing there, holding my baby’s little hands in mine, soothing their pain with my words, “it’s okay, it’s okay”. I say soothing but honestly, I cannot imagine my calming words helping him at all. The prick hurts! That is why this time I said “I know it hurts, you just cry out all you want and mama will hold you when it is done”. It amazes me how they can be hollering out in pain one second and as soon as I pick them up they stop.

While he cried I fought back tears, and he cried some more. It was all so very sad. He is fine now, smiling in his sleep, looking so peaceful. Thankfully that’s over – for now.

Note for Carrie – do you have a scanner?