Teething
We’re in it. One bottom-center tooth has appeared, with a second not far behind—one the size of a small grain of arborio rice placed lengthwise against her gum, the other not more than a sharp speck. And Lucia is miserable. Though the first tooth came in with a minimum of fuss, this second one seems to be doing her in, and for the past two days she has been FUSSKINS—all caps. FUSSKINS refuses to nap, and refuses to nurse, and cries when I try to make her eat. Yesterday—armed with baby Motrin instead of the useless Tylenol—she was been slightly better. She refused her morning nap, but nursed well before it, but then refused her lunch, wanting nothing but a teething biscuit. Granted, I was trying to feed her tofu mashed up in yogurt, but still. She didn’t even want sweet, quartered blueberries or her beloved puffs.
She has no interest in teething rings or frozen washcloths. Yesterday all she wanted was bananas. And now we are out of bananas. And when I went to the grocery store this morning specifically to buy bananas they had only green bananas. It is this kind of can’t-get-ahead-to-save-my-life that has plagued me this entire week.
Thank the Good Lord she’s napping now, because I am exhausted, physically and emotionally. I feel awful because she’s in pain, and then guilty because I get impatient when I should be able to endure the cries and writhing of FUSSKINS with grace and calm. Poor sweetie. She really is a mess.
She has no interest in teething rings or frozen washcloths. Yesterday all she wanted was bananas. And now we are out of bananas. And when I went to the grocery store this morning specifically to buy bananas they had only green bananas. It is this kind of can’t-get-ahead-to-save-my-life that has plagued me this entire week.
Thank the Good Lord she’s napping now, because I am exhausted, physically and emotionally. I feel awful because she’s in pain, and then guilty because I get impatient when I should be able to endure the cries and writhing of FUSSKINS with grace and calm. Poor sweetie. She really is a mess.
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he DID like these camomila teething tablets (i think it was boiron's? but i forget. they were chamomile, sugar, and milk in these little blue tubes). for some weird reason they helped a lot. there are lots of versions of them though, like hylands, for example, and bunches more -- you can find them at whole foods and other stores serving yuppies who have a thing for "natural" foods and remedies.
i hope these first two come in quickly for poor lucia (and you and andrew!). for gus, the first two were THE WORST and the rest were all just really awful.
we requested a baby without teeth for round two, but they refused to give us one. sigh. we are trying a preemptive defensive strategy with a hippie hazelwood necklace. no i don't really expect it to work, but gosh it would be nice if it did.