Here at the Yatez house we have had one challenging time when it comes to teething. Mason has been teething since he was 4 months old and he does not do it gracefully. It has ushered in some of the worst periods, from prolonged night wakings to biting. So, you can imagine my relief when I watched as his unusually sharp and large canines finally pushed their way through and filled in his cute smile. And I sighed a breath of relief as I now would have some respite from this long saga of teething. I mean, what else was there but the two year molars and well, he is only 18 months.
I think you can see where this is going. The other day I noticed he was getting really agitated and drooly and would not relinquish his dot for the life of me or him or any other thing in the room. So, I did a quick swipe. He has always been okay with my fingers in his mouth as long as I am giving the look that says, "absolutely no biting" and well, what did I find...on the bottom right side the tell tale swelling indicating he was going to get something there. The thing is, he started teething his first molars the day he turned one. And it took 4 months for them to finish. Four, people. So, I sit here, alternately shuddering at the thought of the next 6 months (the kid seems to take things literally so I anticipate it will take the 6 months to get them in, just so he does not violate the 2 year molar rule) and then just feeling resigned to getting it over with. I mean, once they are in there is nothing else to push through and we can get on the the real business of behavioral disturbances, mainly the terrible twos. Yippee.
You have to understand, the Mace when teething is such a volatile and mercurial child. I love him, but everything about him is amplified. He is not inconsolable and does not cling, but he is frustrated and more aggressive, he sleeps terribly and looks like he is going on nightly benders at the neighborhood dive bar. He pushes me to the point where I feel really fragile as a Mama. The thought of all this happening while trying to do holiday travel and juggle holiday obligations and, oh yeah, take care of his twin brother, well, daunting right now.
Icees for teething. At least the weather is obliging and staying in the 80s. Happy holidays.
Owen is teething too, but he takes it much more in stride. I can tell he is hurting, but it does not phase him overly much as long as he gets his Hyland tablets (which he is currently obsessed with trying to eat at every opportunity)(BTW: per Hyland it takes a few bottles to give any adverse side effects...but still keep them out of reach of prying fingers)(it was only a few in the bottom that time, okay? I am a good mama, I swear).
Well, gonna go now, I have been listening to him complain for the last 45 minutes of his very short very disturbed nap. You know, the only one he takes since they are down to one nap. You know the one that helps me reset in order to do all the things required from 2 until 11 or god know when because I have not been sleeping because he has not been sleeping. I know, cry me a river....we all go through it. I just wish I would have had a few more months of my non-teething Mason. I do like him so.