Yesterday we participated in the 12-hour Relay for Life, a fundraiser for the Canadian Cancer Society. We didn’t make it the entire 12 hours, but I’m pretty impressed that we lasted 10 hours in the blistering heat. By 11am it was already so hot that I sat in the shade while Patrick and Nicholas walked our laps (in the stadium). Our team, made up of new babies and their parents, raised almost $5500! We had a great day, playing with all the other kids, chatting with the parents, and frolicking in the water park. Well, wee didn’t frolick too much – Nicholas fell asleep on the way to the park and missed all the fun, so we just dipped our toes in the spray on his behalf.
At some point in the afternoon, I noticed that Nicholas was chewing just about everything he could get his hands on and drooling a lot, so I peeked in his mouth and there it was … finally … one of those top teeth had finally poked through the gums! The one on his right. I know he’s had a tough time with them, so I hope things will be a bit easier now that they’re at this point. I do wonder what change their may be to breastfeeding him once the top teeth come in. I really hope he learns quickly that biting is not a good plan!
After the heat of yesterday, Wendy and Jonah came over to take a dip in our pool. Nicholas was so excited to see Jonah! He started giggling and flapping him arms as soon as he saw him. What fun! Jonah yanked on his hair once (before we noticed and were able to stop it), but Nicholas gave him a purple nurple (nipple twist) in the pool. Jonah didn’t even flinch! Nicholas gives quite a yelp when his hair is pulled and then usually cries quite loudly. Some kids don’t react at all. I wonder what Nicholas feels – probably sore and a little scared (he never sees it coming). I pick him up quickly and that seems to help because he isn’t crying for as long anymore. After he settles a little bit (and I’ve had a chance to validate his emotion), I offer him a toy and he just moves on to the next adventure. Oh, to have short-term memory like that!
I worry for him already … that he’ll have a tough time in school with other kids … especially if he shows tendencies of being wimpy or a “crybaby”. Yes, it’s too early to put labels on him, but it’s hard not to see stuff like this and feel worried. It’s not really about him, anyways, but my own old memories and fears surfacing.