My mother came to see me for a few hours every day, with my children.
Andre seemed to have recovered quite a bit of his energy, and my baby appeared eager to bite anything that came near her. She was cutting her first teeth and in two more weeks she would develop the full set; she was four and a half months old, so it was normal for ours. Seeing the white tips of some incipient incisors in her gums filled me with pride. Andre also informed me that his sister was crawling and that he himself had held her standing for a few seconds. I knew well what that meant: if she was already crawling, in a few days she would pull herself up, and not long after that she would be able to walk on her own, so all the more reason I wanted to get out of that clinic. To be with her when that happened, and spe
