The past couple of days have not been fun. Thank you, teething. When Rosemary lets me stick a finger in her mouth (which is rare) I can feel some real monsters coming in. Namely, a molar on the bottom and canine on the top. While she was down to nursing about three times per day, eating better with the real food, and was sleeping 10-11 hours at night….no more. 

The past couple of nights she has been up more than asleep. She hates being laid down. She is fussy and clingy and tired all day (will NOT entertain herself) and chews on anything she can get her gums on. And eats maybe two bites of applesauce and four juice boxes as a solid meal.

My own tiredness has magnified my fear about how I will possibly deal with two small children at once. As I load the dishwasher one-handed with Rosemary on my hip. Or sit in the dark for three hours rocking her until I actually fall asleep in the chair myself.

Furthermore, I hate seeing poor Rosie in pain. She’s clearly uncomfortable and baby pain reliever only does so much. I’ve tried frozen string cheese, ice, Hyland’s, baby Orajel, popsicles, cold water, and on and on. 

So…we wait. Those bad boys have to break through sometime. And then there’s only like…10 teeth left.