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Teeth. Again. I can’t say it’s much fun. Being that little bit older, teething is turning out to be more than just a pain in the bum. It’s a deal breaker.

When she was little, tiny babe had simple, easy to spot symptoms. Now, teething symptoms affect me as much as they do her. Oh, and it’s not called teething any more, it’s called turding. Because teething is really giving me the sh*ts.

This is Indi’s guide to teething (turding)
– on mummy’s lap, off mummy’s lap then repeat at least five times. While doing so grizzle and arch back so no one can help you.
– slap away any form of pain relief. Rusks, teething toys, bonjela, nureofen, spoons and frozen flannels are clearly the devil.
– flat out refusal of sleep with our a dummy. Even when u have slept through the night with out one since three months.
– in order to feel better, ensure that every single room in the house looks like a bomb has gone off. Should mummy clean anything up while your watching, scream bloody murder.
– extreme frustration when things don’t go your way. Can’t get the toy out if your toy bucket? Scream, grizzle and cry while stomping your feet.
– only get a mild fever so that mummy has to question wether you need pain relief or not. Then after being asleep for six hours, let the pain kick in, wake up and stay awake for at least 3 hours.
– snuggle mummy so she thinks you are asleep and she admires how cute you are, only to crack it as soon as your head touches the mattress.
– sleep fabulously during the day to lull mummy and daddy in to a false sense that tonight might just be better than last night. Hehehe that’s what they think.
– if anyone leaves the room run after them while flailing your arms and crying. When you just about get to the person, stop short maybe a metre, squat to the ground and intensify the cry.
– look incredibly adorable, smile, batter your eyelids and act super sweet the majority of the time. So when teething does kick in everyone takes notice.

Despite all of the above, there are little moments I wish I could bottle up, or put in a snow globe. When Indi squeezes my neck so tight because she doesn’t want me to let her go. She holds on, with all if her might with her little arms and legs. My heart explodes. How could anyone want to miss out on that. Those are the moments I want to bottle, so when she’s fifteen yelling ‘Go away, I hate you, you have ruined my life’ I can go back to that happy place where she didn’t want to let me go.

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Poor little babe

Wishing you all a fabulous nights sleep. Much love peeps xxx

Ughhhhhhhhh

I was super proud when we weaned tiny human back at 7/8 months. Before we had kids I had already formulated the opinion that dummies weren’t a necessity. Flash forward to tiny human at day three of life in our atmosphere, one tired mamma and one not sleeping baby fighting each other to not be the first to cry. The loveliest nurse points out that she’s a sucker. Her velociraptor tendencies had made nursing painful and I had to pump. Poor thing just wanted the comfort (well then, don’t go for meat on your first meal crazy babe). So we tried the dummy. It was a god send. And I hate myself for thinking otherwise back when I was with out child.

Indi only needed her dummy to get herself to sleep. She didn’t need it to calm down or for teething. I could pop that dummy in her mouth and she would drop her head to my shoulder and be ready for bed. When we got back from our holiday to bali we knew it was time. She was still a chilled out little babe, and we wanted to wean her before she became attached to it. And we did, with relatively no hassle at all. We were shocked at the ease of it all.

Then came the teeth. You all know I’m not a fan of the teething devil (evil little snot it is). We had months of teething symptoms with no signs of movement on the teeth front. Then bang! At she reached nine months and started screaming in her sleep. She was restless and nothing could soothe her. She was starting to walk so we were allowing for some lack of sleep. Its understandable that babes are restless when they are starting to develop. But this was so out of character. So we tried the dummy, thinking just once cant hurt. Automatic relief for tiny human. It is so hard to deny your little ones the things that gives them comfort, when you see the pain fade and they physically relax. You just want to help, so you give in. And give in we did.

Now at 10 months she has 5 teeth and looks like two more are on their way. It seems the dummy was needed for a reason. She will chew on the dummy for about 10 mins, then shes out to it. For the night. Most of the time I find it on the floor, thrown out of the cot at some stage through out the night.

Friday night we decided it was time to wean again. Stupidest idea ever. The kid is now attached. Saturday night she was cranky and grizzling and crying on and off for an hour. We would go in and calm her down, settle her if we could them try to put her down again. She would just work herself up and cry again. That is until she threw up. BAD MAMMA! Yeah, so if the fact that there is food stains all over the baby, her sleeping bag, her pajamas and the white (who buys white for babies anyway) sheets was not bad enough, the guilt of being the reason she puked certainly made me mother of the year material. I automatically caved. I got upset, made a giant fuss, cuddled and rocked and consoled (perhaps someone should have done that to me?). I snuggled with her on the couch, gave her the dummy then put her back in her bed to sleep. If you were wondering – everything in that last sentence is wrong according to the research.

So here we are are the starting point again. This time equip with a bit more research and preparing for the worlds biggest shit storm (Oh didn’t I tell you? Indi can chuck tanties now. When she cranks up you sure as hell know about it). I don’t know if we will be strong enough to tackle this over christmas, give me strength if we do. But before she turns 1 on the 10th of February, as the spaghetti monster as my witness I will have her weaned (unless another 5 teeth decide they want to all come out at the same time, then in that case I’ll just give her a handful of dummies, leave her with aidan and book myself a trip to bali for three weeks). Wish us luck.

Much love peeps xxx

Apologies for my absence. Our house is in the middle of war fare. The fight against teeth is a unholy war and there are many many casualties. There is a layer of destruction littering the floor, and we are crying for all those long hours of sleep lost to this nasty nasty infidel.

Recollections of week are a blur. I’m literally running on empty (jackson browne, you knew what you were singing about). My body feels like a lead weight, my eyes are dry because they have been open so long and there is a unicorn watching the Simpsons on the other couch (maybe I’m just tired?). My heart breaks for tiny human. Full of teething snot, limited sleep and no doubt a constant achey mouth full of demon teeth. Its super fun in our house right now šŸ˜¦

Nothing has been done, nothing has been achieved and sleep is the only thing that the three of us really want right now. So there hasn’t been anything super fab to blog about really.

Until today. 27 degrees. BOOM! Like that final kick start to a motor bike, once its started you better hold on because it was built to move. Two weeks of laundry, washed, hung out, brought in and folded. BOOM! Two pillow cases and 4 onesies finally completed. BOOM! Car Vaccumed. BOOM! Sheets on the beds washed and re made. BOOM! Dishes done so that you can actually see the sink. BOOM! Today got owned. And man did it feel good.

1 week till were off. Running away. Heading for cocktails. Relaxing by the pool. Packing for Indi is utterly ridiculous. Seriously, children just need bloody everything. We brought ourselves a big new fancy colourful suitcase a couple of months back. Its super cute and nice and spacious. It is now full with perhaps 80% of Indi’s holiday requirements. Note to self. Stop buying nice things.

So with the impending holiday and a semi clean house I almost feel like I could continue this awful battle against the chomper mafia. I’d love it f tomorrow she had all her teeth and she was happy and back to her usual chirpy little chick pea self. But if I have to I will go back to the trenches. But be warned teeth. I’ve got my game face on. Its personal this time and you will not defeat me. Hopefully because I will be asleep.

Much love peeps
xxx

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