Friday, August 28, 2009


that my baby went from this... this... a matter of moments (well, it felt like moments). The reality is that it's been 3 months. Seriously, how dare the time go so fast.

This week, Noah has been chewing everything in sight, and dribbling what seems like bucket loads of saliva. And then I realised, he's teething.



And there is evidence: two sharp little teeth sitting just under his gums. It's not fair. My newborn has teeth.

Now I know I shouldn't be using my breasts as teething rings, but before it twigged (yes, I'm a little slow on the uptake), I just thought he was going through a growth spurt. But isn't teeth a little early? He was just born.

I won't regret the past 13 weeks. I've spent lots of time just looking at this lovely creation, cuddling him, kissing him, and holding him long after he needs to be held. I've let the houseword go, and just watched... the feeding, the sleeping, the staring, the wonderment.

His discoveries are once again new through my eyes. I love to see what he's seeing. And what he must think.

He's been an angel. So calm, so serious. So good. When babies are this easy, I can see where the addiction starts to having another, and another...

Perhaps if I don't go to bed, I won't wake up one day to find him older.