For the last week Ezra's personality has been altogether different. He slept poorly. He refused all baby food. He nursed grudgingly and fitfully. He cried constantly, whether he was being held or not. He wouldn't play, he wouldn't talk. And he wouldn't laugh or smile. (A baby without a smile is incredibly depressing!) The lost smile was especially noticeable; our friends at church noticed, family noticed, even strangers in the grocery store noticed. The cause? Baby's first tooth.
Today, the old Ezra came back! He smiled all day long, and he laughed! He played with his toys and started to verbalize and coo again. Hallelujah!
I thought I was a fairly patient and charitable mommy, until this last week, and learned that I have a long way to go. But, for better or for worse (gulp..) Ezra has a lot more teeth yet to come, so I will get another go at patience.
p.s.--and today Ezra is eight months old!
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