I think I’m (mostly) over the trauma from yesterday morning.  I felt like such a colossal idiot.  But thank you all for your kind comments letting me know that I’m not alone.  Now my question is: where did our brains go after we gave birth and is there any way to get them back?  Anyhow, in other news:
Liam is feeling much better now.  He’d been so crabby and miserable for a few days there that I wondered if we’d have our normal boy back again.  But we’re getting a lot more smiles and a lot less snot.  The coughing is virtually a thing of the past and he’s no where near as crabby as he was.  And I think I know why.  Last night, I was horsing around with him on my lap, tickling him, playing with his feet, etc.  And I happened to peer inside his mouth when he had it open, laughing his little fool head off.  And guess what?  Teeth.  No, not the ones he already but two new ones.  Yep, two teeth at the same time.  Yeah, that’d do it.  So here come the top teeth.  Which is nice… I guess.

I want my old toothless infant back!!  He’s growing up too fast!  He’s friggin’ 9 months old aready!!  What the HECK?  How is that fair?  And now he’s got more teeth and you know that more teeth mean childhood and not babyhood and I’m all upset about that.

Ahem.  Sorry but I have attachment issues.  Thankfully, we’ve eased off our nightly attachments.  We were really the ones doing it to the poor kid.  He was so used to having us in the night that it’s been a struggle to get him used to sleeping in his crib alone.  But I think we’ve finally done it.  Last night (on “my night” no less), Liam slept through until 5:30am.  Not having my watch on for some weird reason, I didn’t know what time it was when I heard him cry.  So I went into his room, picked him up out of the crib and rocked him in my arms.  He seemed pretty awake and I noticed that it looked a little on the light side outside the window.  He settled down, somewhat, so I gave him a bottle and went to investigate the time.  It was indeed 5:30.  I considered getting him up for the morning, but I knew I wasn’t ready to be up and I doubted he was too.  So I let him drink his fill and then left him alone.  He murmured to himself for a while before falling asleep so I called it good and hit the hay myself.

Can I get an AMEN?? Oh lordy, that felt good.  And I think it felt good to him too.  He woke up with even more smiles and less snot this morning.  Looks like I’ve finally got my baby back.