Tonight I write a note to my little boy, Bee.
Hey my Turkey-
Last night was one of the hardest nights I've ever had with you. You were up every hour, if not twice or three times. I couldn't figure out what was wrong. I changed you. I rocked you to sleep. I sang to you. We tried drinking water. Nothing worked.
It didn't help that your dad was out of town, hunting for moose with Grandpa Waggoner.
I prayed that I would know what was the matter with you. I prayed hard. Then the next time I woke up, you had a stuffed up nose. You don't get these very often and when you have in the past, you have been teething.
Sure enough, we turn on the light and you are pushing through not one, not two, not even three teeth but FOUR! All at the same time. No wonder you were in so much pain. You are making your 'stomach' teeth, as some call them. No wonder you threw your beloved Goldfish crackers on the ground. Poor fellow!
I'm not sure why you decide to push your teeth through when your dad is gone. It happened when he was gone in February too! It's hard on your mom to do it by herself.
So now I know what your crying is about, we went to the library today and got new books. We sat and snuggled in the purple chair. I'm sure the next couple days will be tough but at least now I know what's going on.
Do you think next time you could warn me? I mean we could rearrange dad's hunting schedule or something! :)
I love you, Little Man! I'm so glad that you are my son. You are one of the best things to ever to happen to me. I love you so much. Please don't forget that.