Sometimes Monday can really live up to its name. With two family members undergoing medical procedures, a day that stretched over fourteen hours between leaving and re-entering the front door, and a baby suffering through that agony that is teeth emergence – waking up around 10:30pm and spending the rest of the night crying out in her sleep every five minutes – Tuesday finds us very tired, and glad to be through with yesterday. Teeth are a small thing in the grand scheme of things, but they remind us as parents that there are just some things we have to watch our kids get through. We can medicate them, offer them things to chomp on, rock them and rub their backs, distract, distract, distract. As I spent the night holding her, or mostly listening to her when holding her wasn’t what she wanted, I thought about just how hard it must be to be so little, with few words to describe to her parents what she’s feeling and what she needs, and without enough of life’s experiences to know that this too shall pass. I’m thankful today that Monday has passed, and today brings better news, better prognoses, more healing, and this evening (hopefully) more rest.
