Babies Should Be Born With A Mouth Full of Teeth

Seriously, this teething thing is miserable.  I feel so bad for my poor baby.  I can tell he is in pain, but there is nothing I can do for him.  He hates his pacifier now I'm sure because it hurts his gums.  In turn, he won't go to sleep because he doesn't have his pacifier to calm him down.  It just stinks.  I was at my wits end yesterday trying to get him to take a nap.  He would scream every time I held him to cuddle him to sleep.  Plus, if I even got near his mouth with the pacifier, he cried harder and tried to clamp his mouth shut--at the same time.  I finally gave up and said I needed to take a shower, so in his bouncer he went while I took a shower.  He seemed content enough and didn't make much noise while I was in the shower.  When I opened the curtain when I was done, I figured out why...the little one was all tuckered out and fast asleep.

I thought the nap would last a while, but alas, it was only 15 minutes.  He woke up smiling, so I was happy.  That was pretty much how the day went...he refused to nap, so I found ways to make him sleep (yay for car ride!) and he woke up with a smile.  We did get to play for a bit and he laughed and laughed. 

Here is a good tip...don't call Daddy to let him hear baby laugh and leave a voicemail without saying something first.  Matt thought I was crying or dying or something because I didn't say anything and just was making baby laugh.  Well, on speakerphone at a foot away, it didn't sound as much like laughing as in person.  Matt was about to hang up on the voicemail and call when I finally said something and then he focused on hearing the laugh and not trying to figure out if we were both alive.  Lesson learned.

The Red Wings were in town playing the Sharks and we, of course, had tickets.  Colin has already attended 2 games and done great, so we hoped the same would happen last night.  No such luck.  He was fine and happy until he started to get sleepy.  No pacifier, no sleep.  I finally had to go out to the concourse and walk him around.  He passed out fairly quickly, so I thought it would be safe to return to my seat.  It was fine until the dumba*& behind us decided to start taunting the Red Wings' goalie.  So, Jerkface, he can't hear you, but my baby can!  All you did was wake my baby and make him start crying again.  Thankyouverymuch.  You can suck it!  We ended up leaving after the 2nd period.  I know, I took a baby to a hockey game and should expect loud noise.  Hey, he had noise-canceling headphones that do great, but when the guy behind us keeps screaming, they don't work forever.  Headphones only block out so much noise.  Oh, well...the Red Wings lost miserably, so it was better we left early anyway.

So, Little Man is miserable.  His teeth are right under the skin, but not popping out just yet.  I am sure it is torture for him because it sure is for me.  Please, please, please, teeth, just break through the skin!