Let it be known that I am what some may call a bargain shopper. I know how to spot a good deal. And I get excited about good deals. Too excited, sometimes.
It seems as though my sweet daughter has inherited this trait from me. Because, although she was not shopping and purchasing something, she showed me on the weekend that she too enjoys a good deal. In this case, a “two for the price of one deal”.
Friday night was a rough night. She was up for hours straight and both Evan and I were at our wit’s end trying to figure out what to do with her. We were rocking, nursing (well, I was, not we), cuddling, bringing her in bed with us, patting her bum in the crib – you know, all those tricks.
Finally after a few hours, my mommy instinct kicked in (um – hello, why did it have to take that long?) and I thought maybe she was having trouble sleeping because of her little gummers. So, I gave her half a dose of infant tylonel, rocked her for a few minutes, sang to her, laid her in the crib (still wideeeeee eyed) and hoped for the best.
I didn’t hear her again until morning.
On Saturday morning we met up with my SIL and BIL who were in town for a hockey tournament. I told B about our night and how I was suspicious that teething was the culprit. She was playing with Eva for a while and a few minutes later kind of laughed and said, “Um, Linds. I think you are right. She has two teeth in there”.
Where? Let me see!
Sure enough, her two bottom teeth have broken the surface and started to make their way up.
The one on her right was definitely “more through” than the other. But after last night (another rough time – this time it didn’t take quite as long for mommy instinct to show up and save the day) they are both very clearly there.
And while I feel so bad for the pain she has been going through to make this happen, I do feel like we struck lucky with getting two teeth for the price of one.
Here’s to teething. Not.