I feel like a baby boomer with a computer. I'm hunting and pecking with one finger and one hand. Im holding a teething baby with the other, who after three hours of shrieking in pain, has finally fallen asleep in my right arm turning 14 pounds into 50.
Has your baby started teething yet? It's a very wet process. He's turned into a Saint Bernard celebrity. Drool everywhere. Several outfit changes a day. There's ice in a washcloth pooling on our repurposed coffee table.
We tried it, he hated it.
There's several bags of teething pods, the safer and organic alternative to Oragel which has Benzocaine.
We tried that on his gums. That made him scream even louder. Have you ever had the opportunity to stare down your babies throat as he screams and tears the flesh from your face? It's like looking down the mouth of a whale....
Baby Tylenol? Might as well be a placebo.
Mam Teether? He shirked that too.
Which is surprising because he loves his Mam pacies. It just goes to show that you never know. You never know what your baby will like and dislike. Especially when they're teething. They become so irrational.
Having wisdom teeth myself that shoulder against my gums from time to time, I understand the sheer pain and torture it is when you have teeth pushing against your skin. It's so horrific.
But it sucks so much more for a baby. They can't articulate the pain, any other way than crying. They can't mix Tylenol 3's with whiskey. They just have to tough it out like champs.
I'm hoping we get through this quickly. I'm hoping these pearly whites start popping through like tomorrow. Or better yet in the next five minutes.
And I'm trying not to think about the fact that until he's around three, we have twenty more teeth to go....
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