Now I Know

My child really loves me.

Have I mentioned how much I hate teething? Because I really, really, really hate teething, and I’m not even 100% sure that’s what kept LB up last night. He started crying around the time M got home from work, and didn’t stop until well after midnight.

Okay, that’s a lie. He stopped when he fell asleep in short bursts, but as soon as we tried to put him down in the crib, he started crying again. Around 11:45, I stuck a couple of teething tablets in his mouth. He gagged a little, but I ignored it and I turned off the light so I could start walking toward the glider to try to rock him to sleep.

I was baptized as a parent last night.

You’d think formula, spit up, and stray pee from an uncovered little boy during a diaper change would qualify as parental baptism. Ohh, you’d be very wrong. Last night, I was covered, neck to waist, in vomit. Try taking off one of your favorite sleep shirts without ruining it [HA!], while wearing glasses. In hindsight, I should have taken the glasses off, but I wasn’t thinking.

He finally fell asleep after that fiasco. M is my hero, and I’m lucky to have married him. Really.

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