That's a plea.
Please, let's take a break from teething.
Miriam is not good at dealing with pain. She wakes up every few hours and has been, consistently since...November? October? I can't really remember. All I know is that I haven't had a good block of sleep in months. First it was her front teeth. Then I discovered her top molars, which, by the way, haven't made it all the way through yet. Yesterday I was feeding her and she stopped eating, let out an painful, angry yelp, and started slapping her face.
"What's wrong, baby?" I asked.
She nodded her head.
She always nods her head when she's asked a question—any question—so a certain Grandpa of hers has taken to asking if she's a poor, neglected child, to which she always answers with a curt and solemn nod of agreement. Sheesh.
Nothing was obviously wrong on the outside of her mouth so I forced her to let me feel around inside.
Her bottom gums were badly swollen.
More molars are trying to break through, this time on the bottom.
It will probably be a few days, at best (a few weeks, at worst), until they erupt.
I may as well give the child an IV of Orajel.
Last night we gave her tylenol, which helped her sleep mostly through the night (she only woke up twice between midnight and seven) but Rachel was having a fitful, nightmare-filled night and the sump-pump was going and Miriam had turned the speakers in our room on and my cellphone was interfering with them and making that awful noise. With all that going on I don't think I slept a wink.
I'm ready for a good night's rest.
Unfortunately it doesn't seem like a good night's rest is ready for me.