Eruption (not the Van Halen kind, either)
Well, the day has come. Earlier than we had hoped, honestly, but there's nothing we can do. Aidan is.....teething. Personally, I think the whole idea of teething just a tad bit strange. I mean, if bone suddenly erupted from, say, your thigh, wouldn't you find it just a teensy bit disconcerting? "How you feeling today, John?" "Well, pretty good, but I got up this morning and my leg was a little sore....I think I'm getting a second femur, and this one's gonna be on the outside." There has GOT to be a better way to go about this process. Then again, I think teeth in general are a horrible idea. And proof that, as much as I hate to admit it, creationists may be right.
Think about it... in the early days, back when MTV still played music and the only reality show on television was Survivor: Don't Get Eaten by the Sabretooth, we definitely needed teeth. They were really, really useful to chew tough overcooked meat and cracking tough nut shells. So I can see needing them back then. However, if evolution REALLY existed, we would no longer have them-- we've ascended to a higher level replete with Hamilton Beach blenders and readily available liquid gold, or as I call it, Ensure. We don't really need to chew anymore, although trying to eat a steak in the form of a smoothie is admittedly a little less appealing. Fun, but less appealing. If I had my way, I would rip out all my teeth and slurp all my food. But I'd meet society halfway-- I'd get dentures so I wouldn't frighten all the little kids when I smiled.
But I digress. Aidan is definitely teething, and you can imagine (since he's nursing) who is more upset about this. He's still, as always, a really sweet natured little boy....during the day. At night he gets really upset though....he's fine to go to bed, but once he wakes up in the night he refuses to go back to sleep. Not that I blame him-- I'm very thankful that I can't remember my own teething experience, because I'm pretty sure that's the stuff nightmares and therapist bills are made of.
Anyway, we figured out Monday that this was the case, so I ran out to the store to get baby Orajel and more infant Tylenol. No, I'm a very loving, caring parent, so I wanted to see how bad the Orajel would taste to my little buddy. I took a tiny little bit and rubbed it on my gums. It kind of tastes like....well, if you wet a cherry and then rolled it in black pepper. I was making a face about it when I realized I couldn't feel my tongue. Or my gums. Or my lips. This stuff is GREAT! And I was numb for like 20 minutes too.... so I can only imagine what it did to him. But then I kind of began to feel bad, because it's got to be scary to no longer be able to feel half of your face for the first time. I mean, one second you're licking this neat-o peppered cherry stuff, and the next minute you're pretty sure your tongue has dissolved and your lips have melted off. Because hey, you're an infant, and you haven't yet realized you can use your hands to feel your own face (which is what the development books tell me). However, I suppose in the end I took solace in the fact that he doesn't realize what a face is anyway.
One more thing: we had to bring him back to bed with us. It was the only way we could get him to sleep well. So stay tuned for forthcoming whining about trying to get him back to his crib AGAIN. But hey, teething only lasts, like, a week, right? Right? NO?
Damn. Where's that baby Orajel?
Think about it... in the early days, back when MTV still played music and the only reality show on television was Survivor: Don't Get Eaten by the Sabretooth, we definitely needed teeth. They were really, really useful to chew tough overcooked meat and cracking tough nut shells. So I can see needing them back then. However, if evolution REALLY existed, we would no longer have them-- we've ascended to a higher level replete with Hamilton Beach blenders and readily available liquid gold, or as I call it, Ensure. We don't really need to chew anymore, although trying to eat a steak in the form of a smoothie is admittedly a little less appealing. Fun, but less appealing. If I had my way, I would rip out all my teeth and slurp all my food. But I'd meet society halfway-- I'd get dentures so I wouldn't frighten all the little kids when I smiled.
But I digress. Aidan is definitely teething, and you can imagine (since he's nursing) who is more upset about this. He's still, as always, a really sweet natured little boy....during the day. At night he gets really upset though....he's fine to go to bed, but once he wakes up in the night he refuses to go back to sleep. Not that I blame him-- I'm very thankful that I can't remember my own teething experience, because I'm pretty sure that's the stuff nightmares and therapist bills are made of.
Anyway, we figured out Monday that this was the case, so I ran out to the store to get baby Orajel and more infant Tylenol. No, I'm a very loving, caring parent, so I wanted to see how bad the Orajel would taste to my little buddy. I took a tiny little bit and rubbed it on my gums. It kind of tastes like....well, if you wet a cherry and then rolled it in black pepper. I was making a face about it when I realized I couldn't feel my tongue. Or my gums. Or my lips. This stuff is GREAT! And I was numb for like 20 minutes too.... so I can only imagine what it did to him. But then I kind of began to feel bad, because it's got to be scary to no longer be able to feel half of your face for the first time. I mean, one second you're licking this neat-o peppered cherry stuff, and the next minute you're pretty sure your tongue has dissolved and your lips have melted off. Because hey, you're an infant, and you haven't yet realized you can use your hands to feel your own face (which is what the development books tell me). However, I suppose in the end I took solace in the fact that he doesn't realize what a face is anyway.
One more thing: we had to bring him back to bed with us. It was the only way we could get him to sleep well. So stay tuned for forthcoming whining about trying to get him back to his crib AGAIN. But hey, teething only lasts, like, a week, right? Right? NO?
Damn. Where's that baby Orajel?
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