Please make your way through Lily's gums, otherwise Mama may end up running for the hills.
Love, A Mama ready to pull her hair out
I don't do whiny. Never have. I'm guessing I never will. I have a typically happy-go-lucky baby girl who chatters, smiles, laughs all the time. Cries when she is hungry, tired or gets hurt. There's never constant crying in our house. Lucky, I know. So, so lucky. Part of it her temperament, but I wholeheartedly believe part of it is that she's been pretty scheduled from the very beginning. Her cues were easy to follow and we've been very blessed.
Yesterday...omgthewhiningneverstoppedanditwaslikenailsonachalkboard. Nothing made her happy. I gave her things to chew on, rubbed her gums, medicine, held her, rocked her. She napped for only like 20 minutes at a time when she normally naps 2 hours at a time. Misery was top banana. The only time she was happy yesterday was in the tub before bed.
When she was finally in bed, I sent George a text that said, "I'm glad today's over. Sheesh." ...then promptly fixed myself a margarita.