The tooth monster

Last night was hellish.

I've put the online dictionary definition here in case there's any confusion as to what I mean by

hellish:hell·ish
adj.
1. Of, resembling, or worthy of hell.
2. Highly unpleasant

Yes, "highly unpleasant" hits the nail right on the head. I decided to retire early last night at about 9pm and Jeff soon followed. We woke up at 10 pm to a crying baby. I don't mean her little "I would prefer to get up and have some formula" whimpers, either. This was a real CRY-- rarely heard around these parts.

So I got her up and gave her a bottle, a cold one, figuring it was teething. She ate, cried, ate, cried, ate, cried. So I thought perhaps it was a diaper dilemma. I went in to change her and there was nothing special to report. Some activity, but minor. Since I had free access while changing, I took her temp just in case. The little baby butt thermometer gave me the green light (she's usually a yellow). So her temperature was fine. Relief for me.

I popped a couple "Little Teether" pills in her mouth. They are supposed to dissolve instantly under the tongue-- which is near impossible to achieve with a crying baby (who the hell came up with that idea?). So I watched them float around in her mouth and half-drizzle out as she bawled. Eventually, she either swallowed them or they actually did dissolve. So I went and got a warm bottle (her preference) and she sucked it down, with a little less crying during her breaks. And then she passed out on my chest. Exhausted.

Poor girl. Jeff even came out to help the crying lasted for so long. I expected to have a panic attack after that but I guess I was too tired. So we went back to sleep and at 1:42 am the scene repeated itself (without the poopy diaper this time). When we went to sleep that time, I prayed to God "Okay, I can take two of these a night, but no more tonight please". Fortunately, she slept until usual wakeup time at 6:30 and has returned to her usual self.

I know all of you mama's have been there, done that. And I applaud you. I'm a bit nervous for the days-- nay, NIGHTS ahead.