Everybody. Be. Cool.
I have a pretty awesome Mom. She takes her job as a Mother, and now a Grandmother very seriously :) She’s fun, and warm and kind. She’s an amazing cook and has the gift of hospitality unlike anyone I’ve ever seen. I’ve inherited her independent streak and her role as a peacemaker.
Seeing her with Merfbaby makes me so thankful that he has a Grandma Cheryl.
She lights up each and every time she sees him, I only wish they could get more time together.
We’ve entered the Teething Zone. It’s just as wonderful as I thought it would be. The funny part (can it be funny?) is that between cries and grunts and tears…Merfbaby is fighting to be “himself.” He’s normally a happy, easy-going dude. So you’ll catch these glimpses of the real him when he stops to take a breath or try to settle himself.
I gave him his first does of Tylenol on Monday. I called the Pediatrician to confirm his dose, grabbed some Orajel swabs from CVS and we had a fun game of cry/squirt/swab/spit/wipe. Awesome.
I’m not a huge fan of meds, but I’m not anti-med either. I’ll take something if I need to. But I’m not running to the Doctor for antibiotics when I have the first signs of a cold. I did birth drug free, because I knew my body could do it – that’s what it was made for, right?
But I’m so thankful for modern medicine.
Especially when I see the tiny human in pain. A little pain relief goes a long way in keeping him comfortable.
Sometimes it still feels crazy to think I have a son. I’m a Mama. I helped make and grow this tiny human. Whoa.
I love him so much. And I’m so thankful that I get to be his Mama. I look at him all the time, and tell him how thankful I am that he’s the baby we get to have.
Love him BIG.
The Merfett 