Death To You, Molar

Filed Under: Life

Last night was one of those nights when I wished that I could just snap my fingers and Cara would have a mouthful of teeth.

All day she would be playing one minute and crying the next.

I could have sworn that she had two personalities; she would be chasing Oscar and then she would crumple into a little baby pile of tears.

Tucker had to work Black Friday [poor guy] from 5 am to 2 pm.

When he got home, Cara was just getting up from her nap and we decided to go out for a steak. My treat. [Gotta love getting paid for “playing” on the internet]

After dinner, we stumbled around a ransacked ToysRUs and then we rented a couple of movies.

By the time we made it home, Cara was beyond exhausted.

Bath. Boob. Bed.

Cara woke up at 8; screaming.

Tucker changed her diaper and put her back to bed.

9 pm. More screaming.

She went back to sleep and woke back up at 10 pm.

This time she was hysterical.

While I was checking her diaper, [and she was screaming] I noticed that her right top and bottom molars were almost all the way through.

Light bulb mommy moment!

Her mouth was hurting her and her nose was stopped up.

While Tucker held her, I found the Motrin and Benadryl and Tucker dosed her.

Within 20 minutes, she was asleep.

Cara already has nine teeth and teething has never been a big deal…until these two new molars.

I can now officially say with no reservations that teething sucks!