She's still asleep.
And I have thanked Baby Jesus for this blessed Christmas miracle.
Anna was toothless for many, many months. I skipped all the sleepless hocus pocus that many teething children churn out in the early months. I got my full 8 every night, and I was grateful, truly grateful.
Then one tooth came in and another and another and another. Now we're up to four teeth with more on the way, and not only has my child paid dearly, but so have I.
I think the teething gods have smiled upon our family because for the past few nights, my child has slept like an old farm dog. Soundly, quietly, peacefully. There's nothing sweeter than that.
And now I realize that I have probably jinxed all of this and my next post will discuss how the demon has been released once again. I will be ODing on pots of coffee and Girl Scout Samoa cookies to get through the next batch of teeth.
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