Yes, the teething gremlins have arrived chez Little Dude.
Technically, they arrived about a month ago, bringing with them great excitement at the first sighting of a tiny white sliver of tooth (bottom middle right if you're interested). It was quickly followed by its neighbour - and a tear or two was shed about my baby boy growing up. I was also super impressed that his first two toothypegs had made an appearance with little more than a hefty portion of drool. Oh how naive I was.
At the risk of sounding smug & making you all hate me - I've been blessed with a really chilled out, happy little baby, who rarely cries, certainly not for more than 5 minutes. He grumbles if he's hungry, has a full nappy, or gets overtired. That's about it. Or at least it was.
Yesterday, he cried for Three. Hours. Solid. And I don't mean grumbled. I mean properly, really cried. Horrible painful screaming, utterly inconsolable.
Calpol, Bickipegs, gel, teething ring, frozen carrot stick.
Fail Fail Fail Fail Fail.
I felt like the worst mummy in the world, there was absolutely nothing I could do but cuddle him, pace around, and cuddle him some more. I was so not prepared for so much crying!
He finally gave into sleep just after 10pm, and then was up & grouchy on and off during the night. I chalked up about 2 hours of sleep made out of 20 minute bursts here and there. I'm sure I did better than that when he was a newborn!
Thankfully, today has been a breath of fresh air by comparison. My smiley little boy is back. For now at least.
And oh I have heeded the warning!
Some of my lovely twitter chums were on hand last night with lots of good advice, so now we are fully prepared for the next onslaught. There's a flannel in the freezer (thank you @violetposy), we have powders & homeopathic deelies at the ready (muchos gracias @suzypink & @Wendymal), a little pot of carrot & cucumber sticks in the fridge (which if nothing else, will make a good snack for mummy when she's tearing her hair out at 2am), and as a last resort (because I prefer not to medicate if I can possibly help it) there's Calpol & Chidren's Ibuprofen (ta muchly @cafebebe & @ilovemonty). So, hopefully, we can avoid another three hour scream-fest any time soon. And if not, I shall try to remember the kind words of @porridgebrain & @kellyfairy & @InsomniacMummy - I'm not a rubbish mummy, teething just sucks. Or words to that effect.
Still, I can't wait till that gummy little mouth is filled with pearly whites & we can move on to whatever's next.
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Technically, they arrived about a month ago, bringing with them great excitement at the first sighting of a tiny white sliver of tooth (bottom middle right if you're interested). It was quickly followed by its neighbour - and a tear or two was shed about my baby boy growing up. I was also super impressed that his first two toothypegs had made an appearance with little more than a hefty portion of drool. Oh how naive I was.
At the risk of sounding smug & making you all hate me - I've been blessed with a really chilled out, happy little baby, who rarely cries, certainly not for more than 5 minutes. He grumbles if he's hungry, has a full nappy, or gets overtired. That's about it. Or at least it was.
Yesterday, he cried for Three. Hours. Solid. And I don't mean grumbled. I mean properly, really cried. Horrible painful screaming, utterly inconsolable.
Calpol, Bickipegs, gel, teething ring, frozen carrot stick.
Fail Fail Fail Fail Fail.
I felt like the worst mummy in the world, there was absolutely nothing I could do but cuddle him, pace around, and cuddle him some more. I was so not prepared for so much crying!
He finally gave into sleep just after 10pm, and then was up & grouchy on and off during the night. I chalked up about 2 hours of sleep made out of 20 minute bursts here and there. I'm sure I did better than that when he was a newborn!
Thankfully, today has been a breath of fresh air by comparison. My smiley little boy is back. For now at least.
And oh I have heeded the warning!
Some of my lovely twitter chums were on hand last night with lots of good advice, so now we are fully prepared for the next onslaught. There's a flannel in the freezer (thank you @violetposy), we have powders & homeopathic deelies at the ready (muchos gracias @suzypink & @Wendymal), a little pot of carrot & cucumber sticks in the fridge (which if nothing else, will make a good snack for mummy when she's tearing her hair out at 2am), and as a last resort (because I prefer not to medicate if I can possibly help it) there's Calpol & Chidren's Ibuprofen (ta muchly @cafebebe & @ilovemonty). So, hopefully, we can avoid another three hour scream-fest any time soon. And if not, I shall try to remember the kind words of @porridgebrain & @kellyfairy & @InsomniacMummy - I'm not a rubbish mummy, teething just sucks. Or words to that effect.
Still, I can't wait till that gummy little mouth is filled with pearly whites & we can move on to whatever's next.
Lovely Josie over at Sleep is for the Weak was a poorly bunny last week, which sadly meant no workshop, but was also sort of lucky for me as due to The Mr being on holiday and generally playing havock with my routines (in a good way really - love you honey!), I didn't get a chance to do anything for 
Seems to be something of a constant theme that, since boarding the good ship motherhood.
