Monday, August 29, 2005
It's settled then
She's teething, that's got to be it. I can see little nubbies coming up on the bottom, that would be numbers 7 and 8. The trauma of this left her with no coping skills whatsoever. Every setback, every stumble, every little thing had her dissolving into tears. She's just this little alien baby that has replaced my sweet Emma.

The one benefit of all this is that she's coming to me for comfort. I'd pick her up and she'd bury her face in my chest and wallow (and bawl). I was worried about blowing my sick day for a baby that turns out not to be sick, but mom pointed out that regardless, this was a day she really needed the comfort of her mommy. So I'm glad I was here.
Written at 10:08 PM by Highlandgal.
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