2 Year Molar Torture
Little MPB has always been a very early teether. To the point where I’ve wondered if I count his teeth wrong, and attempt to recount them (a word of the wise, counting teething toddler teeth is no small feat). For the longest time I thought the canine teeth were the worst to come through. They caused so much pain, and agony for Little MPB. And sleepless nights for the entire MPB household.
But, then, then the 2 year molars appeared. They’ve been bugging him for months, but now they are really here. 2 poked through while we were away in December on what can only be described as our worst family trip ever. And 2 are arriving right now.
These 2 year molars have knocked Little MPB down hard. I’m convinced they are the worst teeth ever. He’s been rather drugged up on Tylonal and Advil for a good few days/nights now.
His daytime hours consist of crying while saying owie, lying around watching way too much Paw Patrol, eating fruit pouches and yogurt if we are lucky, 30 minute naps and general grumpiness. In fact, Friday was so bad daycare called us before naptime said we may want to pick him up because he’s in so much pain (they would have kept him if we wanted him to, but we went and got him and just started our weekend early – thank god we’re self-employed and didn’t have any meetings scheduled).
Nighttime, well, those have been a complete nightmare. He’s normally an all-star sleeper – 30 out of 31 days he sleeps 11 hours straight at night. This weekend, he’s been sleeping a total of 2 – 4 hours. He’s beyond exhausted. Mr. MPB and I are also beyond exhausted.
We just keep telling ourselves, these are the last 2 teeth and we are done with baby teething – only 2 more teeth – we can survive these 2 teeth!! (As if we have some sort of choice).
But none the less, I must say, teething is the devil.
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