Whine, whine, whine, complain, yawn, whine some more.
That is how I am feeling today with a touch of jealousy.
Abby is teething. Again. She is not a good teether. And while people mean well, being told the same things over and over again, not helpful. Teething rings, cold washclothes, Orajel, baby Advil, teething tablets….none work well or at all for Abby. The tablets and the Advil are the only things that put a dent in the pain and fussiness. Small dent.
She screamed every 30-45 minutes last night. We “slept” on the sofa until Matt got up at 5am and put her to bed and got me to go back to bed.
To say I’m exhausted it putting it mildly. We were suppose to go shopping today. Not gonna happen. Will be going tomorrow one way or the other as it is the last day of the sale. Hoping to get some sleep tonight.
Part of me is so frustrated and jealous. Okay. A big part. You hear of these babies that the only way their moms know they are getting a tooth is because it pops through suddenly. Why isn’t my baby like that? Why is mine so awful when it come to teething? Why does mine take 2-3 weeks of this insane grumpiness and restlessness to finally get the tooth to come through?
I could spend all day going “why us?” But today, in my sleep deprived state, I thought of something. Abby is a great baby. She knows when she is in pain and she doesn’t ignore it. Her mama has such a high pain tolerance and an ability to ignore pain that there have been some close calls. Like when my appendix ruptured. Praise God that my daughter didn’t get that trait from me!
Maybe that only makes sense to me. That’s okay. Don’t burst my bubble. I need something to get through the lack of sleep and grumpy baby syndrome over the next few days. That and another Pepsi.
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