On Saturday I did a bunch of errands and one of the places I stopped was my local cloth diapering store, Nurtured Family. It’s been a long time since I set foot there, because I’ve been mostly set with diapers and supplies, but I needed some things and didn’t feel like ordering them. I was obsessed with cloth diapers for awhile (and I still love them) but my obsession has waned as life has gotten busier. HOWEVER, going back to that store made me realize why I was obsessed in the first place, and nearly brought it back in full force. The diapers are so cute! And there are so many different kinds to try! But as much as I wanted to add to my stash, I only bought one additional Flip diaper (which we use for nighttime) and that was exercising some serious restraint.

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David insisted that Meredith get her hair cut over the weekend, so we did so. Behold, the before:

The first snip (the mullet comes off):

 

In process:

The back, after:

And the front:

I didn’t cry, and neither did she, so all in all it was a success.

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Another milestone we’ve reached is that she finally got her first tooth. Saturday morning I couldn’t feel anything, but by the afternoon a sharp little piece was sticking through. This development has led to two equally tragic nights. The first was so bad it is almost comical. My stomach began hurting me on Saturday afternoon, and by the evening it had gotten worse. David was out running errands before bed, so I let him know I needed him home because Meredith was stubbornly refusing sleep. I went to sit on the toilet, as we do when digestive difficulties present themselves, and since I was in pain and half asleep I just let Meredith play in the bathroom. Before I knew it she had flushed the toilet twice in a row, and apparently it was broken – I was unaware of this when I sat down but quickly became aware as the pee water overflowed and covered the ground. Meredith was delighted and immediately commenced splashing and playing. I immediately commenced crying. I turned the water off, stripped both of us down, threw some towels down, and got us into the bath. At this point David finally came home. I’m sure he was delighted to walk into that mess. He began cleaning and the smell of the cleaner was overpowering to me so I wondered aloud if I was pregnant, because at least that would explain some things. David immediately pulled out a test, but it was the cheap kind that you have to dip in a cup of pee. So I grabbed a little cup and filled it up, but when I held it up it dripped all over me. On closer inspection I noticed that it was in fact a lid to something that had an air hole in it. So that was great.

The test, by the way, was negative.

Last night was just ridiculous – she woke up a little after midnight and was awake until nearly 4 a.m. I tried everything I could think of, and even took her for a drive at 1:30 a.m. but she woke up when we got home. Since David is sick, with a fever and everything, it was just me to deal with this. I must have completely slept through my alarm because I woke up at 6:45 a.m. and I realized I wouldn’t be able to function at work anyway, so I called in sick. I dropped Meredith off at daycare, slept a few hours, then woke up feeling weak, shaky, and nauseated. My mom came over to take care of me and I am finally feeling almost normal again. I am left with a healthy fear of nighttime, however.