Breanna hasn’t even been up a full two hours yet but she’s passed out over my shoulder right now. These teeth are completely destroying her. Getting her to smile or (*gasp*) laugh lately is on par with understanding nuclear physics.
Tempra and teething rings/toys aren’t doing much to help. (A big glass of beer helped ME last night after a full day of whining, moaning, and hair pulling.)
Even sleep isn’t peaceful apparently; if I stretch my neck I can see her face. Her eyes are scrunched up in a little scowl, her forehead is wrinkled up, and her lower lip is pouting heavily. And it’s breaking my heart. Poor baby.
Same thing here, only we’re working on 2 year molars. Awful. At least at this age, he can tell me what’s wrong. But somehow, pointing to his mouth and saying “Owie!” is just as heartbreaking as the crying fits when he was younger.
Teething sucks.
I heard somewhere that if adults had to go through teething the pain would kill us. Poor thing. I know that when Joey was teething I had to keep reminding myself that he was just in pain and not actively trying to kill me. But by the end of the day I’d have to find somewhere quiet to have a nice big drink to try and reset my nervous system. I’d hide in the basement, two floors away from the teether, with a nice glass of wine.
I don’t suppose an icy teething thingie might help. That would probably cause discomfort too. Nothing you can rub on the gums? So many at one time. No wonder it hurts. Have another beer.