Pearly Whites

If I were to describe the past 6 days in one word it would be ... "teething". Now granted I had been warned of this event from the time my daughter was born. But, no one could have explained to me the extent of sweat and tears that go into it. For 10 months I had affectionately gazed at my Little Loves toothless grin, wondering when those teeth would make their debut. Well, they're here.

Last Sunday I was holding Adelaide and she starts laying her head down on my shoulder. Aw, I thought, its so sweet she wants to cuddle. The next morning I knew why. She woke up with a fever of 101*. So I get out the Walgreens brand pain reliever (because Tylenol is no where to be found these days), and for 3 days I try to bring this sucker down! Eventually on Wednesday I take her to the doctor's office. The doc gives the prescription and all should be better by morning. Right? Not a chance. These Pearly Whites are getting all the attention they deserve.

By Thursday morning the fever is now low grade. And this little baby is feeling well enough to scream! I can now see that those baby gums are swollen and red. For the next two days the only things that console my child are teething tablets and Praise Baby DVDs. Then Friday night I'm giving her a bath and she is starting to breakout with a rash! I immediately suspect the worst. Antibiotics. Allergic reaction. Trouble breathing. Emergency room. Ok, a little dramatic, but it had been a long week.

Now, Saturday is here. The rash is still there and the tooth is still slowly stabbing its way to the surface, but my husband is home. He let me take a nap today. He is wonderful! My mom came by too. She took me to McDonald's. Oh the simple pleasures.

So after a week of little sleep or sanity, I feel like I have made it though the Teething Olympics. My prize: One crooked baby tooth.

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