Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Sharp tiny razor blades

I know I have complained about teething babies in the past, but it has hit a new level. I thought cutting one tooth at a time was bad. This is worse. Out of the last eight nights, Georgia has slept through the night once. Most of the time she wakes up between 2:00 – 3:00 a.m. It’s starting to get to me a little bit.

After her middle of the night crisis this morning, I was determined to figure out if it really was teething that was the issue. I said a prayer, and stuck my finger in her mouth. I don’t know if any of you have done this, but new teeth feel like tiny razor blades. And teething babies feel the urge to bite down (hard) on anything that goes in their mouth. Personally, I would rather have a bloody hand over a good shoe sale, but I digress.

After Georgia giggled as I was screaming and trying desperately not to yell “Mother F*ck!", I discovered that the problem is teeth – four of them. One lower tooth has finally popped through. That’s the good news. The upper molar that popped through a couple of weeks ago is only halfway through, so the other side is still coming in. Then she has two molars on the bottom that are swollen and on the verge. No wonder the child is cranky.

This morning, after we took Eli to pre-school, Georgia screamed all the way home in the car. We stopped at the credit union. She screamed. We stopped at Scooter’s. She screamed. When I got her home, she threw herself down on the floor and started bucking . . . and screaming. I kept my vow not to start drinking in the middle of the day. Instead, I drugged the girl with Tylenol and attempted to put her down for a nap.

And that was just this morning. This afternoon was more of the same, in addition to Eli’s complete meltdown after he got home. (When is it okay for me to have a meltdown? I’m just curious.)

After all of that, I remembered that I had a hair appointment tonight at 6:30. When I remembered this, it was 5:30. Crap. As soon as Eric got home, I left. I don’t know if I’m tired, or just completely emotionally stressed out, but I drove about a mile past the salon before I realized it, and then had to turn around and go back.

When I got there, guess who was getting her hair done? Heather #1! Yay! (Side Note: You MUST check out Heather's new blog. It is extremely entertaining even though the whore has yet to link to MY blog!)

Anyway, I got to complain about cranky teething babies, and she got to complain about her new neighbors who are attempting to steal her dog. It was just what I needed. That and a good night’s sleep. And maybe the Nubby G.

4 comments:

Sunrunner said...

I can totally sympathize!!! My oldest somehow managed to get a total of six teeth in a little over a week, which wouldn't have been so bad if it had been on ANY other weekend, but it all started Thanksgiving weekend. I hope she gets through this soon!

Morgen said...

Hope you had a bit of quality "me time" worked in there.
You'd think, if we can send a man to the moon, we could invent something to help babies teethe.

whore said...

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csmc said...

hahaha