Josiah came to work with me at the church. He enjoyed the
extra attention he got from my friends there. He knew he was
safe, and that we all loved him. He looked peaceful when he
slept, and he almost never cried. He would get
when I had to put in or take out the lenses. He didn't like
being held down. Normally after one lens was in place he would
calm down and let me put the second one in. It was as if he knew
he could see with them.
Our life was smooth, days were happy, and middle of the night feedings were a joy! I tried to push the bad feeling away, but it still crept up at times. I took Josiah to see specialists in genetics and metabolism. The doctors all agreed on one thing:
Josiah is teething!!