Scott falls for this charade every single time.
I got used to it. Georgia is now just mobile and curious and crazy. I adapted. I figured out how to clean the house with her like this. I figured out how to go grocery shopping with her and not spend a million dollars each time in an effort to get in and out as quickly as possible. I even started practicing better parenting and not getting frustrated as often and playing more.
Well, Georgia got molars.
Two molars- one on top and one on the bottom. Teething has never really been an issue with her (something I would thank God for every night). All of the sudden she would have three new teeth and I would wonder when those came in and move on. So I KNOW she is in pain because she is so CLINGY. Which is all I ever wanted right?
All day long... a baby... who cries when I am not holding her... while making lunch... while I'm exercising... while I'm on the phone... while I'm checking the mail... while I'm going to the bathroom.
All day long a baby who has a complete melt down when Elmo doesn't work.... when she runs out of water... when she can't fall asleep... when I leave the room... when a door is shut... in between bites of a full lunch that is in front of her because she is hungry.
There came a point on Tuesday where I looked at the clock and was certain that I was not going to make it the 2 hours before Scott got home. I felt horrible! All I wanted was a baby who wanted to cuddle and be with me and now it was driving me crazy!
When Scott did get home, he took the baby and I went to bed. He took her when he went to the store to get an ingredient we didn't have for the dinner I was attempting to make. He ran an errand I couldn't. He woke me up for a meeting I had to go to and told me dinner was in the microwave.
On my way to the car, I took out the trash. As I walking across the parking lot, I noticed that Georgia's blinds were still open and the light was on. There was my husband, happily tickling my baby on the changing table, getting her pajama's on.
I stood in the parking lot and watched them for several minutes. Watched them and cried. I was so overwhelmed by how lucky and blessed and fortunate I am. In the end, I tried to take a picture on my phone (which I recognize is a little creepy) because I wanted to remember that moment for a long time.
Sometimes, days like the past few can really get me down. I think I have my life order, and then molars hit and I have to scramble to keep it all together and it's hard not to feel like I'm failing and then completely quit.
However, I have now decided that God gives you those molar-days. He gives them to you so that you are forced to see your house a mess and an empty fridge. You have to look at all of the crap so that He can give you a glimpse in your apartment window. A glimpse that makes you realize that regardless of all of your hard work falling apart in two days, you have a pretty amazing husband and a baby who wants YOU to hold her when she's sad.
If Georgia never would have gotten molars, I never would have had that moment of swelling gratitude and bursting pride for my little family.
I'm not failing- I'm just making it through a few molars.