It must be baby season. I keep seeing updates and pictures on socialmedia of people with their new bundles and I just can’t help but get nostalgic. Of course, I will be doing the same in a few weeks so my nostalgia will be replaced by real life moments and experiences I’ve already lived through with my two older girls. Like those very first days in the hospital where it’s just me and baby. Or the first few nights at home where we are establishing a good groove. And in a blink, all those first days give way to the bigger picture. I can recount memories of my girls’ firsts as if they were yesterday. Including the first tooth my oldest daughter popped up at 11 months. We were vacationing in the summer at our beach home and up popped a tooth. No swelling, no fussies, no warning. And a week later, the other tooth emerged. For the next 8 months I would constantly check her mouth for any signs of new teeth and nothing. It wasn’t until she became very sick with RSV and a bad stomach virus that the rest of her teeth came in almost at once. So if she was in any discomfort from her teeth, I wouldn’t have known the difference because she was generally uncomfortable and fussy those days.