Poor Kiddo
Sara had a huge meltdown this evening. I now have full sympathy for anyone whose little one is/was a colicky baby because that ear-piercing, heart-breaking cry is something else… Sara got so worked up she wouldn’t even nurse, which as any breastfeeding mother knows is hard not to take personally. I put a finger in her mouth to feel for the tooth bud that’s appeared, and she gummed my finger hard and stopped crying — AHA! Teething pain is at a peak tonight. With that to go on, I gave her a dose of the herbal teething tablets I bought from Amazon.com after the gals on my BabyCenter.com birth board mentioned them. She still cried at my breast with that, so after trying to console her for several minutes I gave her a dose of Tylenol. I swear right after that, she nursed for a maximum of two minutes and fell-fast-asleep. She’s been sleeping soundly for about 20 minutes now… knock on wood, she’ll get enough sleep in to help get through the worst of the pain tonight. She actually slept entirely through the night last night, which is a first for her, but not one I can truly celebrate since it only occurred because she refused to nap at all yesterday.
Teething sucks… poor gal!
In happier news, Sara has discovered her feet in the past several days and she’s full of giggles, chuckles and LOUD squeals when she’s happy, now. She also knows how to blow a “raspberry” with her lips, and we have long conversations making silly sounds to each other and blowing raspberries. She’s grown quite strong and is probably about a week from needing to retire the bassinet and move back into the Pack & Play and crib.
FAIR WARNING: I’m going to have an overly sappy, sentimental post in several days’ time. Why? Two reasons — Sara will soon be 5 months old (on August 15th; how did that happen?!) and, also, August 3rd marks a special milestone in our lives.
