teethy teethy
dear arlo,
well its finally happening. you've got some teefers coming in, and when i say, "some" i mean some. as in, more than one. when you open your mouth and let me move your tongue out of the way (which you rarely do), it seems like four might be popping up. yes, at once. apparently, once you've committed to an idea, you go whole hog.
and holy cow are you miserable. we're on a 20 minute cycle around here, wherin we can distract you for, oh, 15 to 18 minutes, and then, abruptly, it all goes to hell and nothing can soothe you. frozen teethers? thrown to the floor. cold yogurt and peaches? spit out, crying. you are also running a steady low grade fever, which is making you both sweat and pee a lot. you peed on your vovi TWICE today, the second round necessitating a bath (and a good chuckle from me). she's so nice that, even though you peed on her (twice) she ran out to the store to buy you some teething gel. which didn't work out so well, but there it is, she tried.
and so, we are keeping you on a steady diet of half doses of baby ibuprofen. i'm afraid to give you the teething pellets that work so well, as they've been recalled (i could climb on my soapbox and tell the FDA to stay away from my homeopathic remedies, but good lord, i'm too tired). so its just us trying to soothe you: holding you, rocking you, letting you tear at my fingers with those sharp little things exploding from your gums...
i hope it all finishes soon. it makes me feel so helpless, seeing you like this. and i know teeth pain (one day, i'll sit down and tell you about my 9 years of orthodontia, but only provided that you don't require any), and i wish i knew magic, so you could feel better.
xo,
mama
p.s. i think you might be saying my name. you might also just be making "ma ma ma" sounds, but you do seem to look at me when you say it sometimes...high five kiddo.
well its finally happening. you've got some teefers coming in, and when i say, "some" i mean some. as in, more than one. when you open your mouth and let me move your tongue out of the way (which you rarely do), it seems like four might be popping up. yes, at once. apparently, once you've committed to an idea, you go whole hog.
and holy cow are you miserable. we're on a 20 minute cycle around here, wherin we can distract you for, oh, 15 to 18 minutes, and then, abruptly, it all goes to hell and nothing can soothe you. frozen teethers? thrown to the floor. cold yogurt and peaches? spit out, crying. you are also running a steady low grade fever, which is making you both sweat and pee a lot. you peed on your vovi TWICE today, the second round necessitating a bath (and a good chuckle from me). she's so nice that, even though you peed on her (twice) she ran out to the store to buy you some teething gel. which didn't work out so well, but there it is, she tried.
and so, we are keeping you on a steady diet of half doses of baby ibuprofen. i'm afraid to give you the teething pellets that work so well, as they've been recalled (i could climb on my soapbox and tell the FDA to stay away from my homeopathic remedies, but good lord, i'm too tired). so its just us trying to soothe you: holding you, rocking you, letting you tear at my fingers with those sharp little things exploding from your gums...
i hope it all finishes soon. it makes me feel so helpless, seeing you like this. and i know teeth pain (one day, i'll sit down and tell you about my 9 years of orthodontia, but only provided that you don't require any), and i wish i knew magic, so you could feel better.
xo,
mama
p.s. i think you might be saying my name. you might also just be making "ma ma ma" sounds, but you do seem to look at me when you say it sometimes...high five kiddo.
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