Teething Really Sucks

Here is Vivian with a huge loogie of chin drool. That is how she looked all weekend long.




Wait, let me zoom in closer so you can see the full effect of her Turner and Hooch star moment. That is some serious doggie drool, eh?




I make fun of it now but it has been a very long and rough weekend. With each new tooth that comes in, Viv becomes crankier and crankier. She did more screaming and crying this weekend than she has done in the past several months (and that is hard to believe with my little diva).


I am soooo over this whole teething thing but the problem is that I still have a long ways to go with this. When will the tooth fairy be a part of our lives? Come'on lady -- get these little boogers in and let them fall out. I'll pay the big bucks to stop all this bickering!


Feeling guilty and sympathetic, I don't know how to comfort my child. Vivian has never taken a pacifier. She doesn't want to eat anything, not even soft foods like mashed potatoes, applesauce or bananas. We are not even at the two-year molar mark yet, so I cannot even imagine what that experience will be like! When does this end? I tried the teething tablets but she throws them on the floor. Only Motrin and Tylenol can provide some relief but even that is a battle with her. I have to pin her down WWE style to give her oral medicine.


So Mom (if you happen to read this entry), I know you hate the word "sucks" but that is what teething does to both Vivian and me. It sucks the livelihood right out of her, making her nearly impossible to be around and it sucks all the energy out of me. I try to do anything I can to keep her from crying and suffering but nothing seems to be helping.


Will putting a few drops of whiskey in the bottle (sippy cup) really work to alleviate her pain? Or will it help with my pain? Perhaps both! We have some Jack Daniel's in the house now so I'm thinking about it.

If tonight is anything like the past two nights have been (sleeplessness, crying from her, moaning and groaning, waking up every hour or so), then I'll be putting some of that whiskey in my coffee tomorrow morning. The boss will never know! I'll just say it's my special blend.


Here's hoping the nightmare will be over soon and the teething monster disappears.