QQ had a rough day yesterday.
We think it was a particularly bad teething day (hence the chewing on the wings of this pink creature you see here, which is her favorite teething toy...it has those crinkly things inside the satin wings, and that apparently feels good on her gums. She also, naturally, drools profusely while teething, so the thing is drenched pretty much 24/7. Doesn't make it any less attractive to her, however.)
She was her usual happy self for the first half of the day, but by afternoon she was fussy, and pressing on her gums with her fingers. By evening, she was flat out miserable.
I was going to take her for a dinner run in her stroller, but then the skies opened up in a drenching autumn rainstorm, and we had to ditch that idea. I already had her wrapped up in her stroller snugglie, and she looked so sad and so pitiful and so tiny that I had to take a picture.
Is this not the saddest thing in the world?
Tomorrow is her one week pre-op visit with the plastic surgeon, and I can't help thinking how sad she is going to look after surgery. I am in serious denial. I've grown so accustomed to her as she is, and I can't even imagine that the time has flown by and we only have a week to go before everything changes. I know it will be for the best in the long run, but that doesn't make it any easier right now.
Just to scrub that image out of your brain, here she is the next day...in a much different mood, dancing in her bouncy chair!
Now, that's the face I like to see! Plus, her hair was all curly from the humidity of the overnight rainstorm, which was pretty adorable.