Amelia is crawling now. Her fourth tooth finally came through. She’s eating lots of new foods–crepes and raspberries were a big hit, as was roasted red pepper hummus–and lots of things that aren’t food, which makes me alternately freak out (the piece of plastic she tore off the snack container with her TINY BEAVER TEETH) and roll my eyes and hope for the best (lavender-scented baby wash, a scrap of fabric, miscellaneous floor debris).
With all this growing up, though, she seems to be dealing with some separation anxiety. Last night she woke up crying at 11 PM and refused to go back to bed. I tried everything in my arsenal of mommy tricks, but nothing worked. She cried any time I wasn’t holding her. She finally went back to sleep around 1:30. Yawn. This morning’s nap was just a repeat performance of last night, except with more crying (since I wasn’t worried about waking David up) and a quick shower break for me. She’s out now, but it took more than an hour and a half for her to finally give in to the exhaustion.
Then there’s David and his indecision about being sick. Maybe he is? Maybe he’s not? He has a headache? But now he’s fine? But now he’s got some raging chills? But now he’s back to normal? I don’t even know. Whatever his health situation, last night he went to bed at 7 and this morning he claims his fever broke (he had a fever???) around 1 AM. Which is right about when I was sitting in a sleepy fog on the floor of Mila’s dimly lit room, watching her play with a little book her Aunt Anna made and wishing I could just please for the love of Pete go back to bed. I think he’s feeling better today, but who knows how he’ll be by this evening. Poor dude.
Plus there’s the perpetually runny-nosed little girls I babysit once a week. I love them, and it’s not a big deal for me to watch them for a few hours, but their ongoing colds are making me nervous. Especially when the two-year-old with the crusty cough uses her grubby hands to put snack puffs into “cute baby Mila’s” mouth. Gah! The germs! I feel bad snatching Mila away when she tries stuff like that, but merciful heavens, child! Keep your disease to yourself!
So yeah. It’s been a fun couple of days for all of us.
I might need a vacation soon. Or just a really long nap. OR BOTH.
Oh Jen, so sorry to hear this! Babies who yell when they are supposed to be asleep–NOT COOL at all. Maybe she's got another tooth coming in or something like that–the first year is rough. I always feel like things get so much easier once those teeth are in, nursing is over and they're totally on table foods, and they're down to one nap a day. It's like everything clicks and they're not constantly readjusting to new needs and scary things happening to their bodies (this is what I've been telling myself all day…). Hang in there, friend.
I wouldn't be surprised if there's another tooth on the way. It takes her teeth FOR-EH-VER to break through, and she's been super drooly, so yeah. Teething. Yay.
Maybe it is easier after year one, but just you wait. Pretty soon they will go through puberty and we'll get to experience a whole new brand of "new needs and scary things happening to their bodies." Ha! (Is that the meanest thing I could possibly tell you?