TWO TEETH TERRORS

🌷We have been wondering for weeks if Evie was about to teethe. The puffy, red cheeks. The fussiness. The love of all things cold. My mom was obsessed with finding that first tooth (after all, it was my grandmother who found mine!) I saw the little whites of near-by teeth, but it wasn’t until my cousin, was like “no! those are teeth!”, did I realize, she had officially popped two.

Our girl has been sleeping through the night for weeks now, and I have been so nervous about the teething. Was all our hard work going to be for nothing? We were going to be forced into a sleep regression – never to get her back on track? I’ve heard horror stories about teething and sleeping. (Well, maybe not horror stories, but some pretty negative experiences.) All in all, the stories were worse than the experience. Sure, there was the one terrible, sleepless night. I brought Evie into bed with me twice (something I never do,) just to try and console her. She clearly was uncomfortable and wanted constant physical touch. But all in all, like most things with parenting, it’s the fear of the unknown that was the worst.

To make matters better, our little rockstar had her six-month checkup. She is perfectly average (except for her stellar 76% weight!) Girlfriend is growing like a champ. Who knew we could be so proud of little roly poly thighs, a perfect, round belly. I wish I had the body confidence Evie does. She doesn’t have a care in the world about her chubbiness. If anything, I she loves it. She’s healthy, well-fed, and strong. If only we could all love ourselves and our perfectly “imperfect” bodies. 🌷