We got our first toof!
I have no idea when it came in but yesterday I caught a fleeting glimpse at a sliver of white surrounded by a darker gum bruise. Upon closer inspection to has been confirmed, the Toof Fairy arrived! This Tooth Fairy is original as she creates drools puddles and sleepless nights rather than leaving quarters and dimes under your pillow. The tooth is barely breaking the surface of the bottom front gum but it's interesting and exciting to see the baby's mouth slowly transforming into a vicious sharp bottle opener. I'm quite certain Sarah's nipples will shortly no longer cherish the bonding time of nursing.
The wonderful milestone of our baby's first razor blade has been coupled with the inevitable restless sleep. This sleep regression is not as intense as our first bout of sleep regression. Logic would dictate that teeth breaking the fresh soft innocent gums in a baby's mouth would cause extreme discomfort (check), excessive drooling (check), some bruising and swelling (check) and the end result would be a lack of sleep by baby (check) and daddy (check)... and mommy (check). The teething has also arrived at the same time a frustratingly irregular nose cold graced us with its presence. This cold is evil. Pure unadulterated evil. It only reveals itself once Sarah and my eyes close for the night. All tucked in, parents in their bed, baby in her crib, dog curled up in his, lights off, house locked. Within minutes the thick snot grows and builds, slowly suffocating our baby and resulting in fearful and unnerving snorting, gasping and choking. Disturbing cries for help and Daddy comes running armed with the horrible blue booger suction ball.
During the day, clear nasal passages.
At night, thick swamp-like pipes and (possibly caused by?) a cute white baby toof.
To add insult to injury, our suction ball is received by Baby Manni the way most would welcome a amputation; with paralyzing terror and asphyxiating abhorrence. This all too common pure hatred of the snot suction ball all but assures us that if the initial inability to breathe didn't wake her up entirely, then after the exhuming is completed, we are all but guaranteed full bright eyes, bushy tails, tear drenched cheeks and a generally quite agitated infant.
Repeat every hour and fifteen minutes.
Cue alarm clock... miraculous disappearance of nocturnal booger monster.
Baby is still cute.
I must insist this isn't the norm. With a clear nose, Manya sleeps in her crib for hours and hours. Often from 8:30-9:00 at night all the way until 8:30 in the morning. Of course just because the baby doesn't wake us over the course of an evening doesn't necessarily mean we don't create our own adventures.
Two nights ago Manya crashed immediately following dinner and didn't wake until hours after the sun rose the following day. I on the other hand apparently have delusions regarding the whereabouts of my infant over the course of a full night. At around 4:15AM I awoke in a panic. For some reason I believed the baby was in our bed, but had been misplaced somewhere within our sheets and comforter. I thrashed around under the blankets flipping pillows and yanking at the sheets, patting everywhere in search of the lost infant. The lights were off and not a beam of light penetrated the shadow of darkness, but neither the unyielding blindness nor the illogical search ceased my panic. It wasn't until a still sleeping Sarah mumbled, "You search for the baby? Stop it. She's in her crib." that I calmed, realized I apparently "awake thinking I lose the baby in the bed several nights a month" and returned to my much needed slumber.
I'm quite a fool when the moon is out.
Also quite a fool when the sun is out.
Hey, look, bunny ears!
Here are some videos...
Chewing on the feet
Exciting grandma time!
Grandpa singing in Polish
And a little in Hebrew