(picture from a morning walk we took last week)

Today was a rough one. It brought me back to a year ago when Lucy was a newborn and I was a brand new mama. I remember feeling at times like no matter what I would do nothing soothed her. She would cry and cry, and having gone through my mental list of possible problems, I would be on the verge of tears, unsure what I could possibly do to help her. Today was much like that, though this time around I have a much clearer head about what the problem is and how to care and comfort her. I do not miss those early days.

Those teeth, they sure are pesky things. The first eight were easy, but wow, the molars….wow. We spent the day nursing and hugging. I sang silly songs, fed her lots of bread with hummus, read Goodnight Moon multiple times, and put on a National Geographic show about bears.  We made it through the day, barely. Every parent before me has experienced this, but really, it brings me such pain to see my sweet girl hurting so badly.

Tomorrow is another (and hopefully better) day.