It's been a rough week in the Colbert house, y'all. Rory has decided it's time to start teething - she's almost five months old (wow, that's this weekend!). She's gunning for it - or, gumming for it, as it were. Ha. Forgive my pun.
I feel bad for her. It's gotta hurt so bad - I can feel the edges of each tooth in her entire mouth along the ridges. I don't think Shep's tooth had felt that way until he had already broken a few teeth through, but hers feels that way now. Heck, it feels like she's about to cut some molars or something! So, yes - it's gotta be a crap week to be Rory. But man - it's a crap week to be the rest of us who have to listen to her.
Needless to say, no adult is getting any decent amount of sleep. Rory cries in the middle of the night and wakes everyone up. I nurse her, but she will often cry if she comes unlatched and wakes up. It's frustrating. If you've had a teething baby before, you know that there's only so many things you can try to relieve their pain. I've either tried it or decided I'm not going to, for just about everything on the market. Shep at least got some comfort from pacifiers, but Rory has never liked pacifiers. She's been content with chewing on her hand (or yours, if you're holding her). Even when I've offered her teethers or her Sophie giraffe, she loses interest and always goes back to chewing on her first. I'll probably get one of those Munch Mitts - we had one for Shep and he never seemed to like it. Following our trends, she'll probably love it.
It's not just nighttime that is bringing out the teething beast in my tiny human. During the day, she demands to be at the breast all.the.time. If she falls asleep while nursing, I'll give her a few minutes to get into a deeper sleep. Once she becomes unlatched, it's game over. She cries and cries and cries and won't be soothed by anything but a nipple in her mouth. Since I stay at home with the kids all day, I feel stretched too thin with this constant neediness. I know, I know - babies need their parents. I don't begrudge her that. But getting touched out is totally a thing - remember I just wrote about it? And I need a mental break from Rory crying just because I got up to use the restroom, or get food for her brother, or yawned.
Last night, while I sighed and relented, "Just give her to me, she's not going to stop crying until she nurses even if she's not hungry." My husband brought Rory over from her swing, and then he paused. He looked me in the eye. "I know it's frustrating, and I can't imagine how touched out you must feel right now. But remember this: your body is the greatest comfort to our children. You worked really hard to achieve that ability to give of yourself to your kids. Not everyone gets to do this, but you do."
It was just what I needed to hear before charging back into the fray of mothering a toddler and a teething baby. It's still hard, but it's easier to deal with my own frustrations if I remember that, to my kids, their frustrations are the biggest frustrations they've ever felt. And let's be honest - nobody likes tooth pain. Poor Rory! Send help and coffee - I'm going to get through this but not without help!
How did you deal with teething? When did your child start cutting their teeth? What works to make your kid feel less fussy? Come over and hold my baby - just shoot me a Tweet first - @pi3sugarpi3