The baby girl started teething when she was about 3 months old, which seemed early to everyone, but it was the only explanation for all her symptoms – she had never been so cranky before, she was drooling all over everything she wore. Now at 6 months minus one week we have buds. She started sucking on my finger on Saturday evening and I felt the jagged little edge of a tooth sticking out.
This child has the ability to make me feel sad and excited all at the same time like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It was wonderful to know that things were actually progressing, that she was growing the way she’s supposed to be, but at the same time…
Isn’t she growing up just a bit too fast?
It feels like the speed is ramping up and everything is starting to happen all at once. We waited so long for her to be able to support her own head, and smile and start interacting with us, and then suddenly she could roll over and grab things (and stick them immediately into her mouth). She’s been getting more talkative and more attentive, she seems on the verge of crawling – she can get up on her hands and knees and start rocking – she’s about to start solids. She’s tall. Ridiculously tall. She has a long torso and long legs. (I supposed we, her parents who are 5’9″ and 6’4″ respectively, can’t really be surprised about this). She has huge feet, but we expected as much (she is descended from four families with different kinds of feet, long and wide, short and wide, long and narrow).
She attracts attention wherever we go, and not just because she has discovered her voice, because she has beautiful eyes and she loves looking around and taking everything in. She’s curious. She keeps me on my toes and she’s not quite crawling yet. I live in fear of that day. I’ll never sit down again. Every day she changes just a little bit more and things go unnoticed until one day when one little thing, like the pointy end of a new tooth appearing on her gum line, reminds us exactly how little time we’ve actually spent with her.