Leah's first tooth broke through on Sunday, 22 August, 2010, after several days of what I will now refer to as The Great Sleep Strike.
We feel so proud that she's growing so well and is so strong and bright and clever and energetic. But at the same time, this tooth is bringing us closer to toddlerhood.
I just want to absorb every minute of her babyness. There are always things to do here - laundry, tidying, cooking, and so on (and by the way, I love taking care of our home) - but I often just stop it all and make raspberries with her, watch her sleep or just cuddle her, or stay in bed with her later in the morning, just to watch her sleeping and feel a soft, squishy cheek against mine and smell her hair - a wonderful essence of Dove baby soap and Leah.
I don't know how I'll leave her, and go back to work. I feel anxious about the prospect most of the time now, and it's getting in the way of me enjoying the babyness.
That's one thing I have always struggled with...the leaving. I've not been able to do it since I tried when Ruthie was about 1 year old. Our sitter was expensive, inattentive, and her dogs were biting my kids. After that, no more. I've decided to forgo some things in order to afford staying home...I love it. There are things going on I wouldn't miss for the world...of course, I still have to get sitters to watch Lily when I volunteer at school, and with the new babe, I probably won't volunteer after he's born, but I still try to do something special for everyone.
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