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.
Poor little babe
Wishing you all a fabulous nights sleep. Much love peeps xxx
Somewhere else this is normal! 