my husband was playing with P earlier and he said that P bit him, he said that it really hurt. I said, jokingly, that maybe he had a new tooth. I was really just joking, because after almost 9 months of no teeth in his mouth I had come to the realization that my boy would be resigned to a life of no teeth, meaning he would never eat an apple, be able to bite a cookie or any other "hard" foods. He had been doing OK thus far, perhaps my good luck would last.
Anyway, I regress, so he said that P had bit him and that it really hurt. I told him to check in his mouth and feel for a tooth, he said he didn't feel one and that p was just a hard biter ( he is, believe me). Like I said, I didn't mind because he must be a slow teether. Not a big deal.
So fast forward a few hours, and we are all laying in the bed. I reached in to his mouth, and lo and behold, I feel a sharp little nub. How could daddy have missed that? I was so excited. He and I had a little tooth party. YAY!! My baby boy is growing up so fast. I am so happy, yet so sad. I know that he will grow up and be big and strong, and I keep looking forward to these little milestones, because then I know that he is developing and growing and that he is turning into a healthy boy. But there is still that little part of me that just wants my little baby from the hospital back. I want that baby that I could hold in my one arm.
Growth and growing is a natural and necessary part of life. I know that it has to happen and I am so happy when it does. But then, can someone please explain to me why does it hurt so much? I love my son, big boy or little boy. The problem with that is that no matter what happens I can never have my little baby back. He will just keep getting bigger and bigger until he goes to kindergarten, then high school, then college. WOW, I guess this is what they mean when they say to treasure everyday because it goes so fast. Well, I want to go hold my big boy now. I'll ttyl.