Teething Revisited

Corbin does not like teething.

But then again, can you tell me a baby (or adult) who does? I've had my wisdom teeth coming in for a while now, so I can completely relate to her, but it still breaks my heart when she screams and screams and there is nothing I can do about it!

Lately Ryan and I have decided to try to get Corbin to bed at around 9pm. She likes to stay up pretty late (to 11 probably, if we'd let her!), and so we figured it's time to get her into a routine that should be easy to follow.

It is not easy to follow.

Nine rolls around. We put her in the crib, turn off the lights, make sure she is equipped with one of the three pacifiers and her blanket. Much screaming ensues.

I have a hard time listening to the screaming, especially because she sounds like she's dying! And I know I shouldn't go into her room and check on her, but I can't help it! I have no resolve! Last night I tried to keep myself distracted, but nothing worked. Finally, I let her sit with me on the couch while I read my book. I decided at 10pm enough was enough, so I put her back to bed. She screamed for another five minutes, and she finally went to sleep. I was relieved.

My relief was short-lived.

She kept waking up and whimpering every half hour or so, and then right before 1am, she started FREAKING OUT. Nuclear meltdown freak out. Of course, Ryan and I start scrambling. We bring her to our bed. We take her pajamas off (she kept grabbing her feet). We give her something to drink. We give her baby ibuprofen. We rock her. We walk her around. We try to stay very, very calm. And finally, Ryan picked up a book (her Olivia book, actually), and we start going through the pictures. We point, we talk, we don't actually read, but the crying has stopped. And she's rubbing her little red eyes, snuggling with her daddy, and we take a deep breath.

Back to the crib, or let her sleep with us?

We say back to the crib (it's so hard having her in her own room now! I feel so distant!), and after a few whimpers, she's out like a light. Finally.

Today I noticed that she had shoestrings of drool coming out of her mouth, like a dog almost, lol. Sure enough, she has molars coming in! Her canines haven't even poked through yet*, but there's those big teeth! I'm sure they are really causing her grief, but I hope it is over soon! She had a bit more of the ibuprofen today, and she's napping very restfully now.

My poor baby! Not many more teeth to go! Hang in there!

[*I just looked up a teething chart, and apparently the first molars coming in before the canines. Who knew? I thought they all came in into perfect little rows! Learn something everyday! :)]