“They shouldn't have to worry about toothaches or their teeth hurting. There are more things to worry about than your teeth hurting.” -Carly Patterson
I've been very good this week, even though Maeve's teeth have just been killing her and making her totally miserable, I didn't complain about it on the blog. Until now.
Our sleep this week has been a Russian Roulette - one night I'll get three hours in a row, the next night no more than two at a time. She wakes up sore, sad, upset that I can't do much to make it all better. She's cutting three teeth on the top, including her front two at the same time.
I remind myself that it ends, that those darn teeth will come through soon, and she'll get back to sleeping, being happy, and not clinging to my every step. But I am so over these darn teeth. I hate stupid teeth anyway, mine have never caused me anything but trouble. I have nightmares about them just falling out of my mouth all at once. Ew.
Also, her front teeth are huge! Those little tiny teeth on the bottom are like a third of the size of these chompers coming through the top! I hope she doesn't look like some scary circus baby, or like a baby-sized ten year old. Yeah, you can tell I'm not sleeping enough.
Happy Friday, friends, and if your children are not teething right now, rejoice.