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.
The Dreaded Molars
Ug...I knew this time would eventually arrive. I kept hoping it would come later. But it's come, now, Baby J.'s molars are on their way.
My poor daughter. She's miserable. Tired and cranky all the time. She has big bags under her eyes. I'm sure she isn't getting very good sleep. It was one thing when sharp, pointy teeth were poking through. It's pretty easy for those teeth to make their way to the surface. But molars?
I remember when my wisdom teeth came in. It was awful, and I was 16 years old. I was well equipped to deal with the pain of tooth eruption, but my little one, not even a year yet, she probably has no clue why her mouth feels like it's filled with hot pokers, or why every time she chews on something it's like biting into broken glass. She isn't sleeping well. She's tossing and turning all the time. After waking from a nap, she looks more tired than when she was originally put down. And it isn't long before she needs to go back to sleep.
I hope molars don't take too long to surface once they start. A couple days maybe? A week? If it's much longer than that, I think the poor girl will have a nervous breakdown.
D.
A Freezing House, No Sleep, I Officially Hate Tuesdays!
I love winter.
I woke up at 5am this morning in a 49 degree house. For whatever reason, the thermostat chose the coldest night we've had yet to shut off and refuse to turn the heat on. After tinkering with the thermostat for a couple minutes, the heat miraculously started up. I checked on Baby J., who had burrowed under her blanket so that she was completely covered from head to toe. Her room was freezing of course. It's already the coldest room in the house, even on days when the heat is blasting, and with it having been off for so long, I can only imagine how cold her room had gotten. I took her out of her crib, even though she was sleeping, and I let her sleep on me for awhile.
We kept each other warm for the next couple hours while the furnace did its job. I didn't get any sleep really, since Baby J. doesn't sleep soundly. She sleeps like she's continually being stuck with a cattle prod. Every 30 seconds or so, her head lurches up and she slams it into my face, and she wriggles around, changing from side to side, sticking her feet into my stomach and kicking, sticking her hands in my face, snoring, murmuring, and so on, until I just give up on the idea of sleep and I just lie there and look at her.
So I'm thoroughly exhausted on this Tuesday morning. Unfortunately, come Baby J.'s naptime, I'll still be working. Why don't I get a mid-day siesta? Shouldn't I be entitled?
D.
Worst Week Ever
This has not been my daughter's week. This has quite possibly been her worst week ever. She was teething for several days. This left her irritable, unwilling to go a minute without being held, unwilling to eat any food, up at all hours crying and crying. Then, she caught a cold. Now, her nose is stuffed. There's mucus everywhere. She threw up this morning, because of the mucus (not that she cared). She can't sleep, because she's having trouble breathing easily through her clogged nostrils. Then, yesterday, while walking, almost running across the floor, she slammed face first into our dining room hutch. She cut her cheek, and now she has a big band-aid on her face.
I hope this is just a precursor to what should be the best week ever, next week, when she has Christmas. I'm crossing my fingers anyway. What more can go wrong, right?
D.
Runny Nose, Teething, Face Wound...WORST WEEK EVER!!!
My Tired Brain Feels Like Mush
Oh the joys of teething. How I have missed thee.
Baby J. started teething again yesterday. She didn't want to be put down. She took forever to take a nap. Then, that night, she woke up every few minutes, bawling. I held her for a long time, hoping that would put her into a deep sleep. It didn't. She tossed and turned in my arms, slammed me in the face with her head, flopped around like a harpooned whale.
But this morning, it isn't all three of us that are tired. No, only Mommy and Daddy are tired. Baby J. looks completely rested. She won't stop running around the house. This isn't fair. I only got 1 hr of sleep last night. My head feels like it's going to cave in. I'm pretty sure my eyeballs turned to jelly around 4am. My face feels numb from being slammed by my baby's bowling ball for a head 200 times. Aching. Tired. Yawning. Am I coming down with somethiong? Is that a scratch in my throat? Maybe I should take a nap.
oh I can't. Because I have those stupid responsibility things like my job. Ug.
D.
