Parenthood is a constant roller-coaster ride, and often quite humbling. YOU CANNOT GET COCKY. One day, you’re gushing about how wonderful your baby is, how well she sleeps, and your pre-parenthood fears of lack of sleep have been put to rest.
A few days later, you’re driving her around in the car at 1AM in a strange neighborhood, in the very very cold wind and rain, while visiting your friends 2 hours away from home, trying to get her to go back to sleep after over an hour of screaming, because you stupidly woke her up by trying to fill the air mattress with a hair dryer.
Also, and maybe related: WE HATE TEETHING.
So yes, in a nutshell, these past few days have been very rough. Since Friday afternoon, Maggie has been whining and fussing. The only times when she hasn’t been whining are when she’s eating, sleeping, or we are entertaining her. It seems that as long as we’re distracting her from the pain in her mouth, she’s okay. Which is why my quads are sore tonight, from the 20 minutes of non-stop dancing we did around the living room earlier today to her Little People Disco Dance Party Mix (which she LOVES!) But the sore legs? TOTALLY WORTH TWENTY MINUTES OF SMILES AND NON-WHINING SOUNDS FROM THE BABY. We’ve tried everything- Tylenol, Baby Orajel, cold teething rings, cold/wet rags, teething biscuits. They all work for 5 seconds. Maybe.
Last night at my friend’s house, it wouldn’t have been so bad, except after we finally got her to sleep from the car driving, my allergies decided to act up and my sinuses exploded. I spent the next 2 hours trying to breathe through an opening in my nose that was smaller than a coffee stirrer. I tried breathing through my mouth, but I kept waking up. I’m a nose-breather, 100%. I finally fell asleep around 3 I think… and Maggie woke up before 7.
She is sleeping now. We are hoping that we get more than 4 hours of sleep tonight. We are also hoping for teeth. If not tomorrow, SOON. Please. Good Lord, please.