Oh, the joys of teething. Cranky teethers, easy teethers... mmmm somehow I ended up with both. Unfortunately the cranky teether is the last one. Kenny was great! Slight fever, a couple of days of Tylenol, and bam! Teeth! Cole? Not so lucky. He gets teeth in groups. Painful groups that take a long time to get here. Poor little guy. He just looks pale, hurts a lot and I can't be out of his sight for .... mmmmm .... two seconds? Or major meltdown. Unfortunately... this goes one for weeks. Not just a few days. We are on week three of breaking through and coming in.
Who knew that kids' aliments would include getting teeth? If this was something we could treat with anything but Tylenol and patience, I would be right there. Unfortunately... the Mom machine is running low on patience when it comes to biting, hitting, and being argumentative with a one year old. Some nights it would be nice to refuel. By the time bedtime rolls around it seems like I am exhausted from fighting all day and I pull in right beside them.
It has been a long battle.... but molars... here we come.
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