I have decided there is a conspiracy going on surrounding mothers. I believe mothers band together and promise not to warn any one desiring to have a baby about teething because it would prevent the continuation of our species. In this unwritten agreement the tortures of this horrific event are kept under wraps until a new mother experiences it for themselves and then they are called in as part of the club.
I refuse to do so. I now proclaim to all who can hear that teething is a torturous event not only for the child but for the mother. Crying and pain are not only the experience for the baby. I would recommend ear plugs, a nanny, 6 pints of ice cream, chocolate and a vacation and maybe you'll get through it.
The child who once was sweet and lovely will become
possessed and turn into a demon child who will not leave your side, stop screaming, or eat regularly. It will be a continual guessing game as to how to sooth the cry for you or the child. Your husband will not know what to do with either of you and you will end up calling and crying to your mommy.
Yes, I am making a satirical comment to keep my sanity. 4 top teeth coming in at once and being up every 2 hours at night again on top of a ton of house stuff, church stuff, and other stuff lead to a melt down call to my mom yesterday telling her I didn't sign up for this and asking if she would come get her grandson. I felt like a lousy mother, wife, and person in general...mostly because the lack of sleep has brought me to an exhausted and emotionally worn state. Kevin is in the midst of another seminary class and starting 2 new series at church on top of trying to get the garden in so I didn't want to burden him. After a cry with mom, a talk with Kevin, some ice cream, a bath, and a better night's sleep things aren't as bad but we'll see how today goes.