Yesterday, my mom brought her to my lunch @ work so I could feed her and the drooling has subsided a little. So when I got home last night around 9:45, Christopher told me he felt her first tooth. I honestly didn't believe him, because she had no tell tale signs of breaking teeth. I stuck my finger in to see what he was talking about, in an attempt to prove him wrong (one of our favorite past times), and much to my surprise, I felt a PRICK! Her bottom first tooth broke through! Officially the happiest teething baby I have seen!
I broke down silently, unable to control my tears. I couldn't help myself. 24 was on and he glanced over to see tears streaming down my face. Call it a long day at work (after a very long week and not long enough weekend last week), or just hormones, but I was blubbering mess. My baby was growing up too fast. Ever since I have resumed my full time job, time has been rushing by. For four months, I was always by her side, watching every little milestone, seeing every little cute move. This was the first milestone I was not there for, and Daddy was. I am so happy he got to see a "first" on his own, but I couldn't help but be selfishly sad.
As happy as I am for all the milestones to come, I can't help looking back at how fast these soon to be five months have been. She'll be five months on Sunday and every minute has been a gift. She lights up my life and fills my heart.
Here's to many more special moments and amazing "firsts"!
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