Long Day

Some days are for living. Others are for getting through. -Malcolm S. Forbes

It was a long day yesterday, even though I was only around for half of it.  Maeve had maybe the worst teething day she has ever had, and that's really saying something.   She was pathetic, clingy, cried at random intervals, and took a really short nap. 

I was grateful that it was the weekend, and Daddy was here to help; in fact, he stayed with Maeve while I took a 2 hour break and went to my book club.  And he has the day off today, too, which is shaping up to be another rough one with the bean.

The worst part yesterday was that helpless feeling; after two failed nap attempts, we finally just left her in there to cry because she needed sleep so badly, and there was nothing else we could do for her.  She was so miserable and so tired, but she still cried for a whole half an hour before she finally conked out, and it felt like several hours' worth.  My stomach was in knots, and I'm sure Daddy felt the same way.  I hate not being able to do anything for her when she's in pain.  After she's had her Motrin and numbing gel, popsicles or ice, there just isn't anything else we can do. 

So we try to cater to her whims a little, put up with more episodes of Elmo's World, or play whatever game she comes up with, over and over again.  But I think when these last molars are finally in, we are going to have a huge party, Daddy and I.  Maybe even crack open some champagne; we deserve it.

She was still a ham, though