Teething has been all about the whining, the fussing, the hanging on the boob, the loss of patience. I don't really know how much more I can take, some days. I feel I'm at my wits end with the whining and the fussing. I start to lose it. I just get so sick of hearing it. When Hun is home, he tries to help. Fussing through the evening is almost harder as I've been listening to it for a couple hours already.
I wonder, how on earth does Baby wake up playful, cheery, smiling, laughing, and then start melting down after about two hours. Lying down or holding him through an entire nap is so difficult sometimes. The list doesn't end, rather it builds the longer I'm still.
Yes, I've done the wrap. I don't mind it. Baby is so heavy and moves so much. The wrap works for him sometimes. Sometimes it doesn't.
I imagine baby is frustrated; his gums are hurting and I'm not making things better. There's only so much I can do with one hand in his mouth. Take the toy I sometimes yell. Just be quiet. Stop I say.
He responds with a look as if to say, "What mommy? My mouth hurts. Help me. I can't help it. I don't have words so I'm crying." I interpret any look of stun or confusion as failing. I know all he wants is me. The day isn't yet half over and Hun's not due to arrive for hours yet.
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