Eight months. It’s been 8 months since this little girl turned our world upside down.
A few days ago, Charlotte’s third tooth started to make an appearance. I thought the top front teeth would be next, but this is actually the one next to the top front teeth. It’s just barely poked through the gums, but Charlotte has taken to grinding her bottom teeth against it and I’m going out of my mind trying to stop her. a) It can’t possibly be good for her brand new teeth, and b) the sound it makes is like fingernails on a chalkboard. It’s AWFUL.
We think she’s going to be crawling any day now. She gets down on all fours and sort of rocks back and forth doing a little butt wiggle. It’s absolutely adorable. So far, she’s managed to scoot backward several feet, but hasn’t yet figured out forward momentum.
On Monday, I got home and Catch had lowered the crib. It all stemmed from some conversation on Facebook after I posted a picture of Charlotte asleep with her mattress in the raised position. One of Catch’s friend’s moms saw it and told her that her friend flipped out of her crib when she was 5 months old. Her friend is over 40 and dog only knows what kind of crib it was, but it freaked Catch out. I wasn’t yet ready for us to make this transition and I kind of freaked out on her after she did it. I acted like I was pissed because now the video baby monitor couldn’t see her, but deep down, I know now that the baby monitor was just an excuse. I was really upset because lowering the crib meant that Charlotte was growing up, and I couldn’t handle that in the moment.
One of the most unexpected elements of motherhood for me has been this mix of grief and pride as my baby grows. I am so excited for everything that’s coming next, but I desperately want to just stop time.