I have been missing in blog-land lately, and the only explanation for it is Two year molars. I thought infant teething was hell. NO, no my friends. That was just getting me warmed up for the GRAND FINALE – the entrance of 2 year molars.
Zane was a dream infant – slept through the night at 6 weeks. Fed & slept on a great schedule.
Then she turned 2.
I didn’t even think turning 2 was THAT bad, but now the teeth are coming in and I am getting a glimpse into what the teenage years will be like (HA! I laugh so I don’t cry)
It is times like this that I have to remind myself that she won’t be small forever. She won’t need me like this forever. Even in the middle of the night, for the 4th time when I have to go and comfort her, I am trying my best to remind myself that I am her momma, and NO ONE can be to her what I am to her.
In the meantime, I will take any and ALL advice on how to get through this time.