My baby is miserable today.
We're all sick. J-F was first. He's just about over it now. Helena's been... there's no other way to describe it than "under the weather," since Monday. I resisted for 24 hours longer. And then I was tired, and my throat was sore, and I ached, and my head was foggy, and I couldn't keep my eyes open.
Today, right now as a matter of fact, Helena is bawling. And in mid-scream, I caught a glimpse of those pearly whites, new ones, of the molar variety.
Upper and lower left first molars. Numbers 12 and 13.
Helena's propensity for asymmetry thrives. Lower right cuspid still not in view.