Teething is not my Trubba’s friend. In fact, teething these molars has been the antithesis of friends.
After all of our sleeping issues in the beginning, Trubba has become a rather good and solid sleeper. I’ve been able to sneak into his room at night to retrieve the crafting supplies I still have stashed in his closet (no, we have no other room in the house) without even having him stir. Mind you, these are full scale clumsy Mission Impossible operations complete with a flashlight. Yes, a flashlight! These are no small feats and he won’t even readjust himself in his sleep as I sneak in and out of his room, generally dropping at least one thing.
But, these molars….they’re just ridiculous. This poor kid will be up at least twice a night and his naps reduce to nothing. So, then we’re subjected to a cranky and uncooperative baby in pain….and he just looks so sad the entire time it just breaks my heart. But, in the same instance, he’s such a jerk, I just can’t wait for naps or bed time even though they’re not very restful. (We’re going through a hitting and screaming phase right now. It’s definitely NOT cute.)
And then I just keep reminding myself: this is set 2 of 4 in the molar department….and then the 2 pairs of canine teeth and we’re done! We ARE DONE with teething until the next child. Right? Right? RIGHT??
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