It’s official: Natalie is teething.
I was running my fingers over her gums on Friday night (this is basically a daily task for me – she thinks it’s hysterical and I like to make sure I know about any new developments in the tooth department) when I felt it – a sharp little nub, front and center.
I can’t say for sure if the tooth has surfaced yet, since she won’t let me look in her mouth. Every time I’ve tried she just looks at me like this and sticks out her tongue:
I can say that teething is the fresh hell that everyone says it is. Her sleep had actually improved by leaps and bounds the two nights before I felt the tooth, so in my infinite wisdom, I declared that teething was easy and she had sailed through it like a boss.
Of course. I had to say it, didn’t I?
Last night was sheer misery.
We put Natalie to bed at 7pm after giving Her Cranky Majesty some Tylenol, although I suppose in the interest of accuracy, I should say that we placed Natalie in her crib at 7pm. There was no sleeping, not for more than 20-25 minutes at a time, for two and a half hours. We finally gave up around 9:30 and brought her back downstairs with us, where she chewed on my hands and sang softly to herself. I think she was just playing us with the crying.
Bedtime, real bedtime, didn’t happen until almost 10:30. She’ll sleep for a long time, Will and I reassured each other, almost believing it to be true.
HAHAHA. Silly parents.
She was awake every 2.5-3 hours all night. At least she had the decency to stay in bed until almost 8am, thank god, when the sound of her crooning arose from the baby monitor. That’s a small favor considering how exhausted we all were.
Her first nap was a dream, almost an hour and a half long and requiring no interventions to get her to go to sleep.
Huzzah! We cheered, she figured it out!
Since we’re obviously delusional and incapable of learning from past experiences, this was not true.
I fed her. Put her down.
Fed her again. Burped her. Put her back down.
Gave her Sophie the Giraffe, rubbed her belly, assured her that she was, in fact, quite tired and that it was in everyone’s best interest for her to go to sleep. Left the room.
At this point I gave up the ghost of her falling asleep by herself and sat with her in the glider. I watched as her eyelids sank lower and lower, until finally her eyes closed and her hands started to twitch like the cats’ paws when they’re dreaming.
After a few minutes I carefully, carefully, carefully placed her in the crib and backed away, peering around the door to make sure she didn’t wake up.Source: Truly awesome gifs from http://arresteddevelopmentgifs.tumblr.com and http://theofficesupplies.tumblr.com.