You'll get through it. And when you get to the other side, you'll be there to tell me I can make it through Cooper's adolescence. Cooper hasn't even been born yet, so I'll be needing encouragement in about ten months.
And trust me, if we were able to make it through Annabelle, you can make it through Oberon. Annabelle was flat out stubborn, willful, barked all night long. Refused to go potty outside. She ran in front of a truck once. Thankfully it saw her, because this truck ALWAYS speeds down our street. She actually peed on our sofa. She destroyed the under cover on what used to be a very nice chair. She ate the caning on my grandma's potato chair. She was, in fact, the worst behaved puppy I've ever known.
And now she's a grown up, joy of my life. You can not ask for a happier dog. Or a sweeter one. Half of my town in in love with her. The other half doesn't know her yet.
So, channel your inner Cinderella and sing to yourself, you can do it, you can do. (Okay, in the movie, the mice were singing, we can do it. But the paraphrase works here.)