Teething Hell

Abby's second lower teeth is cutting through and she's not happy about it. She gives us much grief over it as well. Her voice has been hoarse for many days now from all the yelling and complaining and crying and sobbing.

Fussing was at its peak yesterday but coincidentally I was on leave so I was taking care of her and had the honor of witnessing Her Fussiness operating in high mode. Nothing was good enough for her to bite, and she tosses everything from cold teethers to baby biscuits all over the place. Then she moans unhappily from her seat, or her Graco Activity unit, or from our laps, and this is no different whether she is sitting, lying down or standing up with support (however lying down gathers the most yelling and frenzied screaming).

Only thing that comforts her is picking her up AND walking around. Just picking her up is still a no-no in her books. Have to continuously walk around and point at stuff for her to keep her distracted. Once I try to sit down again, she resumes her tirade. I also couldn't differentiate the teething irritability from sleepiness. Many a times we try to put her down into her sarong and she screamed and kick at us in fury.

Mom finally suggested we take Abby to the clinic to check if she's sick or maybe sporting an ear infection or two, despite the absence of a temperature. Ok lah, so we dressed her up and called the doctor to request for permission to land. Doctor nonchalantly said, "Ok if you're worried can take her here....but it just sounds like she's teething to me." We went anyway just to confirm it's that.

Just as soon as we step out of the house, she stopped and turned into this sparkley-eyed baby. Then while in the car, I rolled down the window for her to get some wind and she started mumbling happily to herself. By the time we reached the clinic, she's exclaiming in fascination at the blur of activity around her. We sat her down at the waiting room and she did not even raise a peep and just looked at everything expectantly, like she's waiting for something fun to happen.

The nurse called and we entered the clinic. To my utmost annoyance, that Abby broke into smiles. I think I saw the Doctor mentally labelling us as over-concerned and psycho parents.

After some prodding and questions, Abby was pronounced disease-free and never-been-better. Doc gave us 4 boxes of formula sample so that our trip was worth it. After that we drove around for awhile and no trace of fussing surfaced.

We reached home and she was perfectly fine. She ate a gigantic dinner and went to sleep at a good time. It was as if everything never happened and she kept giving us that, "Me? Fussing?" look.

If it's a dream, I want to wake up pronto.