Monday, 24 February 2014: Forty Seven Weeks Old.
Ayla and I were very busy today but I think the constant activity helped distract her from the awful pain of teething.
I can see three of Ayla’s top teeth all trying to push their way through at once; one front one and her two incisors (the pointy sharp fangs on either side of the front ones, which must feel like razor sharp samurai swords slowly splitting their way through her gums).
It must be agony for my poor Baby Ayla and I could tell she was suffering because she became grizzly and clingy and hard to please whenever we were between jobs or activities today.
I guess the thing with having an easygoing baby is that it doesn’t take much for it to feel like you’ve suddenly acquired a difficult one and I was grateful for the things that kept her occupied today.
Ayla spent most of the day in water actually – she had a swimming lesson, played with the hose, sucked on melting ice cubes and had multiple baths – and although it kept a smile on her face while I got stuck into some renovations I could see Ayla was distracted and uncomfortable.
I hope the teeth come through soon, I hate to see Ayla in pain like this but I can’t believe her little gummy smile is nearly nothing but a memory!
PS – I can’t remember if I made note on here about Ayla’s third tooth when it came through… it’s her first top one and has joined her two front bottom teeth.
Friday, 29 November 2013: Two Hundred and Forty Two Days Old.
Ayla face planted out of her bath and onto the concrete this afternoon.
Ayla’s big enough to sit up in the baby bath and play safely, but sometimes her toys float just out of reach.
Usually Ayla just leans forward and splashes her arms about until the toy comes closer, but today she decided to try using her legs as well!
I couldn’t believe it, the once innocent forward-lean technique had suddenly become a spectacular feat of aerial gymnastics, and in the blink of an eye Ayla was out of the bath and on the concrete with her two chubby legs flailing in the air.
When I picked her up Ayla’s face was red and skewed as if she was crying but no sound was coming out of her mouth.
I noticed the red mark on Ayla’s head at the very same time her voice came back in a terrible scream, and I knew the face plant hurt as much as it looked like it did.
After a big cuddle I dusted Ayla off and popped her back in the bath (gotta get back on the horse they say!) where she carried on like nothing had happened.
Ayla is SO close to becoming mobile; it’s terrifying!
There’s going to be countless more face plants, stacks and croppers to come.
There will be bumps, bruises and blood, band-aids and packets of frozen peas, and every time my heart will break and the guilts will come but then, well I guess it’s all part of being a kid.
Welcome to the kids club Baby Ayla 😉