I received a phone call from Adelaida's school today letting me know that she had been crying for almost an hour and nothing they could do would make her happy. They had tried feeding her, giving her a bottle, rocking her, letting her crawl, reading her a book, but still she just cried and cried. Most of you have heard me say that Adelaida is such a happy baby who rarely cries (and when she does cry, it doesn't last very long), so this was definitely unusual and probably meant that she was in some pain.
I of course left work immediately and drove to her school as fast as I could, wondering as I drove what could possibly be wrong with her (an ear infection? teething? hungry?). When I walked in, I saw Adelaida in one of her teachers' arms, crying. I walked up to her and said, "Adelaida, what's wrong?" She noticed me, broke into a huge smile, and waved to me.
She didn't shed another tear all day.
In a way, it made me feel good that all it took to make her happy was seeing me. And of course I was quite relieved that she wasn't in pain or injured or ill. She just missed her momma.
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