I am writing this in a very sleep-deprived state. The past few nights have been rough and I finally know why: Rafael's first tooth made it's appearance this morning. And we are both exhausted!
He was whiney and clingy all day. I tried meeting other mommy friends at a cafè for a change of pace but he was screaming and crying for most of it. When we got home he nursed and slept. I keep hoping he isn't in too much pain. I give him homeopathic globulis and a numbing gel.
It's amazing to slide my finger along his bottom gum and feel that tiny sharp edge of a tooth poking out where there used to be smooth skin. My little baby is growing up!
I know this must sound clichè, but even on the toughest, most tiring days, there are moments of pure loving bliss. Here we are, in one such moment, on the sunny terrace.
I'm off to bed now, wondering how the night will be. But knowing that, even if I hardly get a wink of sleep, in the morning the light will filter through the window onto my baby's face, and I will look at his cheeks and eyes and tiny button nose, and remember that he is the miracle that I longed for with all my might. And he'll look at me, and recognize me, and need me and love me. And that makes up for all the lost sleep.
There will be plenty of time to sleep later in life.