Reflections on Teething
from archer
Today Syrahav turned 11 months. I can hardly believe that she will soon turn one. Jake and I have been discussing what we will do for her 12 month birthday, especially since we have no family around for miles. One thing I am excited about is that we will be celebrating with vegan, gluten-free chai cupakes. We’ve been gathering all the ingredients for them, and I’m so excited!
Syrahav has been teething relentlessly the past week. Its been exhausting. I’ve had more anger than I’ve had tears, not at Syrahav, but at God. Maybe I shouldn’t even write “the past week”. Syrahav only has 4 teeth right now, and we’ve paid with about a month of sleepless nights for each one of them. Over a week ago was the first time we had almost a week straight of her sleeping through the night; we almost forgot she knew how to do that!
I can’t have caffeine right now (what breastfeeding mom would drink caffeine when their baby is constantly waking up at night?). Syrahav has been caffeine sensitive, although I’ve been too afraid to test it out recently for fear I’ll be up even more at night. Being sleep deprived with no caffeine crutch has been difficult, especially when it comes to reading research articles on the computer screen!
We’ve been praying really hard the past two days. We’ve been praying over Syrahav’s room, over our apartment, and even over Syrahav before she gets in bed. We’re desperate for sleep, not just for ourselves, but also for her! Its funny how praying for something I want so badly has ended up changing my own heart. Tonight, I felt an overwhelming flood of compassion for my daughter. Not that I didn’t have compassion before (well its hard to have it at 5am after a sleepless night), but a desire welled up inside of me to continue loving on her the way we’ve been doing.
I can’t imagine how painful it must be for her, and what she’s telling us, is that she doesn’t want to be alone in her pain. She will often fall asleep in our arms in the glider, but as soon as we move to transfer her to the crib, she’s back to square one. So its either, sit awake with her sleeping in our arms, or stay awake playing put in and take out of the crib. I realized tonight, in a deeper way, that Syrahav feels safe in my arms. When her teeth are bothering her beyond her need to sleep, she wants to know that she’s not alone. She feels peace, comfort, and love in my arms, which makes the pain not so bad anymore.
Tonight, God strengthened my love for Syrahav. Thank you God, for continuing to teach me what unconditional love means. I feel so moved by this, and for some Godly reason, her teething doesn’t invoke anger in me anymore. Maybe God has been etching His unconditional love inside of me, just a little bit more.












