I love being a mama. I love it more than anything else I have ever done. Ever. Although my new occupation keeps me happy and very busy, moments arise that leave me wondering if I really am equipped to do this. For instance, the time when I decided to let her "cry it out" during her nap. She stopped crying eventually, but I went to retrieve her only to find her covered, covered, in poop. Yeah, great job mom.
Today began like any other day: 3 AM feeding, diaper change and return to bed, 7 AM feeding, diaper change, snuggle time and return to bed. Nothing abnormal so far. Then around 8:30, a whimper emerged that grew into an amazing scream. I entered the nursery expecting a blowout only to find a baby with huge tears streaming down her face. No blowout, no blood, no explanation. I picked her up in the hopes that maybe she was just startled. Nothing soothed the little one. I took her to my bed and laid down with her hoping a little comforting might help. The screaming continued. Finally, it clicked in my tired mama brain. Teething. What can one do about teething? Any suggestions? Anyone?
Why does growing up have to hurt so much?
Hey Beth! Just saw your blog link off of Niki's, I'm sorry teething is coming into your world, it's actually entered into my world in the last 2 months, here is my advice...Drugs:) she also likes frozen teethers and baby orajel!
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