Sophie is, we're pretty sure, starting to teethe. She woke up wailing and sobbing at 2 a.m. and the only thing that would calm her was an ice cube. Add some Orajel and infant Tylenol, plus more sobbing, and an hour and a half later, you have a sleeping baby.
Despite the sadness and frazzled nerves of that experience, something good came out of today.
Sophie laughed.
A real laugh, from the belly, not a squeak or a squawk.
And it was for something I did. It was simple. I said, "mamama!" She laughed, too, when I said, "dadada!"
That laugh. I mean, she has smiled at me and made noises. But this, this was a straight up laugh.
It melted my heart.
There will be ups and downs in our lives, I know. That's how things go with parents and children.
But I will remember that laugh, and how it almost made me cry with joy.
And things will be OK.
