Stupid teeth
I really had high hopes for Memorial Day weekend. It started off so well with The Wife and I ditching work Friday afternoon to go see Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull while the kids were still locked up at day care. Then I had a day all to myself on Saturday when The Wife took the kids to her parents’ place.
But then the teething started on Sunday. And now all of our lives are crap.
For the past 72 hours, The Girl has pretty much just been screaming and crying constantly. It’s been super awesome for all involved.
Baby Non-Aspirin has no effect. Baby Anbesol makes our fingers numb but doesn’t seem to do much for her gums. Chewing on things is sometimes good, but then at other times it’s no good either. Eating is sporadic. Napping is not an option.
Sunday was pretty frustrating. Monday was more of the same with a visit to the doctor mixed in, just to make sure she didn’t have an ear infection or something else random. I don’t even want to talk about the nights – let’s just say I got about two hours of sleep last night and even less the night before.
The Boy has wisely been sticking to the shadows (metaphorically), spending quite a bit of his time in his room reading or playing. Anything to get away from the crazy yelling baby.
I’m trying not to think about the fact that this is just the first tooth of many. I don’t remember The Boy having this much trauma when he went through this. Maybe he did and my brain is just trying to protect me.
Fries at the bottom of the bag
- Believe it or not, The Girl was actually once a happy child. She had fun with her reflection in the mirror the other day.
- I liked the new Indiana Jones movie. I felt it was probably only the third best in the series (coming in behind Raiders and Last Crusade), but that’s still far better than most of the crap that gets made nowadays.
- With the The Girl and I not sleeping, I had the opportunity to watch two films that I probably wouldn’t have otherwise – First Blood and Beer League. They were both pretty horrible, albeit in completely different ways.
Poor Girl!
Here’s hoping they come in quickly!
(There are anbesol swabs that work pretty well, and then you won’t have the numb fingers. We also just administered a lot of Tylenol. But then, he was never quite that upset about the process to begin with, so what do I know?)
Did you know that sometimes your writing makes it sound like you are a single parent? Do you do this on purpose? It’s not like I’ve been sleeping and leaving you to cope with her alone.
ANYWAY, she seemed much better this morning. Perhaps baby ibuprofen and Humphrey’s teething tablets are her magical cure?
Oh, also, I had already come to the conclusion that my brain is trying to protect me from the horribleness of The Boy’s teething. This is how the human race continues to survive.
“Did you know that sometimes your writing makes it sound like you are a single parent? Do you do this on purpose?”
Yes, yes I do. That’s why I used words like “all involved” and “our” in the post above. Plus, when I watched those movies, you were sleeping. So blah for you. And your screaming baby.
After reading my blog, someone at Clint’s work actually asked him if he lived with us “because you’re never mentioned.” Nevermind that my blog was peppered with words like “us” and “we.” I guess I could have just been talking about me and Landon, but still.