My Girl

Ever since the incident (which I shall now refer to as the "FALL of 2007") when I won my BMOY award, Rain & I have changed. Now, I am distrustful of everything. I don't trust Rain's blankie (suffocation risk), rattle (choking hazard), crib (strangulation waiting to happen), or fuzzy stuffed animals (germs, at the very least). When Rain fell from our bed, she had been screaming about her sore gums (teeth still haven't shown up, by the way). It was her flopping about that caused the tumble, but it didn't matter. I blame myself completely and have since doubled my efforts to pad her life with pillows.

By the way, Tim's reaction:
Me: I'm a terrible mother! She fell right on the floor, and now she probably has internal bleeding!

Tim: Honey, I'm sure she's fine. Babies are made tough, so don't feel bad. I've dropped Rain several times and never told you.

Me: Really??

Tim: No.

As for Rain, well, the next day she hardly cried about her teeth. "Maybe she thinks the punishment for crying about her teeth is getting dropped on the floor??" I told Tim. The day after that, she stopped crying about her teeth altogether. Since then, she's softly chewed on her finger when they bother her. I haven't had to run for the Baby Orajel in days. Better still, she's been getting up at almost 8 A.M. every morning. 8:00, people!

When she gets more sleep, wow. She's so much happier. She has giggled more in the last few days than she ever has. She's all about cuddles and playtime. When I walk in the room, she smiles and does her best to get me to snuggle her. Some days--let's be real now--Mommyhood can be a cold crust of bread. Today, it was a glazed chocolate, cream-filled Shipley's doughnut. Ooooo, doughnut ...