Never before have I been so ready to drop that baby off at daycare as I was this morning. I had been up for two hours trying to placate what can only be described as “whining.” After repeated kisses and shushes and trying to gently rock her I said screw it. Might as well get the day started. So we got up, got dressed and we got out of the house just after 7am.
Foxy is teething. I feel sorry for her. Really I do. But Oh Em Gee, the whining makes me want to scream! And this is just the first two teeth! I don’t know how we are going to make it through the molars and bicuspids.
Last night I gave her a little baby tylenol, but I cannot keep the baby medicated while I wait for the rest of the teeth to come in. She has plenty of things to gnaw on. Things that are cold. Things that vibrate. But in the middle of the night when the pain wakes her, the last thing she is trying to do is chew on a cold piece of rubber.
So we suffer. And I kiss her and shush her and rock her. And I pray that she falls back asleep so I can get more than three hours of uninterrupted sleep.