Forgetful

There's a hormone that is released in a mother's body immediately following the birth of her baby that helps her to forget the pain. This is scientific, or so I've heard. This is also one of God's wonderful gifts to women, because forgetting the pain is about the best thing that could happen in that moment, that and getting to lay eyes on that precious gift for the first time.
So how about later? Is there something that causes us to forget the messes, sleeplessness, hair-pulling-out frustration about whatever latest trouble? I pondered this as I cleaned up Eli today after a mess that leaked out of his diaper and down to his ankles. "I don't remember it being this messy with Shelly and Archer," I thought to myself. And maybe that's just it - it probably was just as messy. But God's gift of forgetting all the gory details has spared me from dreading Eli's future. Dreading the diapers, the spit-up, the sleeplessness, the endless amount of crying (he doesn't even cry that much, but even a little can feel like a lot, did that make sense?). As I write this he has cried himself to sleep. I really don't like letting him cry, if he wants me to hold him I want to do that for him, I hate hearing any of my kids unhappy. But if I know he's not hungry and he's clean and dry then sometimes a mom just needs a break. So I set him down next to me in his high chair and just as I turned around to praise him for being quiet I started to hear little snoring sounds.