You stinkers, I hadn't realized we had moved! I just have the old thread bookmarked. Oops. So is it a weekly thread, not a monthly one?
Dena. I STILL have dreams about my mom. The good ones are of siting in "her house" (usually a small craftsman style house,with loads of plants and twinkly lights on the front porch) and talking. The hard ones are the ones where I have to remind her she is dead. I cherish the first sort, but am still broken by the second type. I pray your mama finds "her house" soon, and you can start visiting her there. I go back and forth between believing it's just a place my heart invented so I could deal with the greif, and believing that it really is her
in some way, where ever she went. I don't count on ever getting used to the idea of her being gone. It's not a daily sorrow now, but it also hasn't faded. Don't push yourself, you are not grieving 'wrong' - there's just no right way to do this.
Becky is feeling mildly better, thanks to oragel.
I somehow managed to get through two kids without it, but Becky was a wreck, and I was willing to do anything to calm her down. T and I joke that she's such a sweet, joyful baby most of the time, that she had a lot of crying saved up. I don't remember teething being this bad with the older girls, but then again I probably blocked it out.
Also notable: she's sitting up! She still falls over after a minute, mostly because she's looking for her sisters, but she has the straight back, rahter than the hunched over 'tripod' sit. I love this stage. The next one, where they are really mobile, isn't so great (aaarrrrgggg baby proofing), but having a new vantage point is fun.
I have 29752 other comments to reply to, but am late, always late, getting out the door. Now that i know where you guys are I'll come back this afternoon.