Baby’s Teething is a Nightmare
Baby J.'s molars are coming in, and it's torture for her and us. She doesn't sleep well. We hear her tossing and turning in bed all night. She wakes up regularly, screaming. Not crying but actually screaming, like she's being tortured. We try and calm her, soothe her as best we can. We give her medicine to help ease the pain, but it's not helping a great deal. All I do mostly is wait and hope, REALLY HOPE, this won't take much longer.
I keep thinking to myself how painful life can be. Birth wasn't exactly pleasant for my baby or my wife. All the stumbles, all the crashes while learning to walk. And then there's teething. I remember when my wisdom teeth came in. It was agony. I was one of the few people blessed with enough room in their mouth for their wisdom teeth to come in, and when they did, it felt like I was chewing glass for a week. I try not to think of that too much, when I hear Baby J. wake up in the middle of the night screaming. I hate to think of her in that type of pain.
D.
Baby, Don’t Cry…
Boober So Cute
How much does it break your heart, when your baby is crying? I hate it. I want to pick her up every time and make her feel better. I hate seeing her cry. It goes down in the list of all time things I can't stand. Recently, I yelled at one of the cats; the stupid cat was clawing up the furniture, and I was in mood to chase her around the house. Seeing me mad like that, Baby J. started crying. It hurt a lot. I try really hard never to get mad when she's around, but sometimes, when you're tired, you forget and you slip up.
It's bad enough when I see her cry because she's tired, grumpy, hungry, or whatever, but it's infinitely worse when I'm the cause of her tears.
D.
