Showing posts with label teething. Show all posts
Showing posts with label teething. Show all posts

Monday, November 10, 2008

Sir William the Teether is actually Sir William with the Infected Ears

Ha, so I'm the worst parent ever. Well, probably not EVER, I mean what about that woman that drowned her children in Texas? That was pretty bad parenting. Still, I'm not the best. Apparently what I was passing off as teething was actually an ear infection. This poor kid, born to lazy parents. It's a shame, really.

So the elusive Dr. B (our pediatrician) gave us some antibiotics that have made him feel 100% better, but the lovely side effects are killing me. Here's a warning: antibiotics = most disgusting diaper changes of your life. Dear. God. Thank GOD there's only 5 more days to go on these drugs because wow.

Anyway, not a whole lot else to report these days. My great-grandma isn't doing well right now. We're planning a 95th birthday shindig for her on the 22nd, but hospice is being called in so I'm not sure she's going to make it to that birthday. She's led quite a life and she's been pretty out of it for a while now, so hopefully she'll go peacefully. That's all I can hope for now. Please keep her in your prayers.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Sir William the Teether

William is 8 months old. Practically a grown-up, really. At least he seems to think so. He's a pretty independent little guy for someone who can't dress himself, feed himself, or go poopy in the big boy toilet. So it's been interesting these last few days since he's been, what I assume to be, teething. He's very needy and wants to be cuddled constantly. Now, I am not complaining. Anyone who knows me knows that I am a cuddler. I prefer spooning, really, but that's a topic for another day. So while I love that my son wants my constant attention and I am getting the opportunity to dote on him and baby him, I hate that his pain and discomfort is what's bringing on this change. It's frustrating to see him hurting and not be able to just wave a wand (yes, I would love a wand) and fix it for him. I feel very helpless and I hate that feeling.

Teething must be one of God's little jokes. Why would he make teething hurt? Who would want to hurt a baby? I mean, seriously. What's next, strangle some puppies for fun? Honestly!