Well That Worked Well, Didn't It

I believe it was the last post (Nov. 16th) in which I stated my resolve to post something new "every Saturday." I believe I kept that resolve for...oh, one week.

Let me catch you up...

• Bailey had her first Thanksgiving (yeah!);
• Bailey had her first Christmas (yeah!);
• Bailey had her first urinary tract infection (yeah???)

The week before Bailey's first Christmas (yeah!), on Wednesday, I had stayed at home with Bailey because she had woken up early with a low grade fever and just didn't feel well. We followed the assumption from everyone that Bailey was having trouble with her teeth. She did have FIVE coming in at the same time (and the gap between her two front teeth is MASSIVE! Dear god, I can already see the orthodontist bills...) so Tammie and I assumed as well.

Stupid, stoopid, assumptions!!!

Never, in the entire 11 months that Bailey has been on this earth, has she ever had a definite problem with cutting teeth (when will we ever learn...). The first time she had "trouble" teething, it turned out to be a major case of diarrhea (with a very red bottom to accompany it). The second time she had "trouble" with teething, her fever topped out at 104-105 degrees, prompting a midnight run to the emergency room (actually it was 11:30 pm...but it soon became midnight).

Three hours later, two massive shots of antibiotics, a prescription and lots (and LOTS) of crying, Bailey finally started to feel better. We went home and soon got Bailey back on her schedule, welcomed once again with a happy baby in the mornings.

Then Christmas (yeah!), which Bailey truly enjoyed (probably not as much as mom and dad, but then again WE knew what exactly was going on...Bailey just loved ripping paper and playing with each new toy she was handed). It was extremely cute to watch as we handed her each new toy that was unwrapped. She would look at it, look at the toy already in her hand, quickly discard the "old" toy, and (with gap-toothed smile spreading across her face) joyously accept the newest offering.

Then California...

I miss my baby...

Because of the rigors of traveling, Bailey's schedule is toast...

She screams every night when we put her down to go to sleep...

I miss my baby girl...

Tomorrow we head back to work; Miss Ruby will get Bailey during the day...

May God have mercy upon  her soul...
(and pray that she truly is the miracle worker Tammie and I believe her to be)

(otherwise, we're screwed...) 

Happier note...Bailey's newest (and cutest) tricks:

1. We can sit up by ourselves;
2. We can crawl (army man style, but boy can she move);
3. We can wave (mostly to herself, but who's counting);
4. We can clap (and use appropriate sound effects like "yeah");
5. We can say "Hi" (and she knows the appropriate time to use it...);
6. We can say "Shhh" (but she doesn't always stay "shhh"...);
7. We can pet the doggies...without smacking them:
8. We can kiss (usually she just licks you, but it's still a kiss in my book...); and
9. We can blow kisses.

Even with the difficult times, it is good to relax and remember all of the great things that take place as well. We get caught up in what is wrong instead of what is right, and it causes us undue stress and emotional drain. It tears me apart when I hear Bailey crying and even screaming at night, but I remind myself that she is safe, she is not in pain, and that this is a temper tantrum caused by conditions which were out of her hands. Everything will be okay...we've just got to give it time, patience, and lots of love.

Take care everyone. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! May all of your wishes come true.