...teething sucks.
I say it all the time but literally, without fail, the second I feel as though I have a handle on Bennett and being a mommy...stuff like dumb teething comes along.
Since we discovered the root of Bennett's recent napping/irritability problems Chad and I literally feel like we are some crazy Floridians waiting out this intense hurricane of storm or something. Our poor little man is just so restless and uncomfortable. I actually was so desperate to get the crying to subside that I showed up at the doctors demanding they fix him. Dramatic...yes. Necessary...very!
His doctor assured me that I was doing all that I could. Giving him Tylenol when he seemed uncomfortable and tryyyyyyying to get him to nap as much as possible. Easier said then done. I left the doctors office feeling so empty and defeated while Bennett cried the whole way home.
I feel you buddy...I feel you.
Chad and I have been trying all we can to soothe our sweet little man. Taking him on walks and even to the pumpkin patch to distract him. We even bravely took him to church this past Sunday for the second time, and thank Jesus it was a success! Benny clung onto me like a little koala bear the whole time without making a peep.
Can we live at church please?
As much as the days of teething and growing pains make me want to metaphorically drive off a cliff, I had a realization that really put this past week into perspective. I laid in bed with Bennett this morning and we both had a good cry - clearly for very different reasons. I realized that with all the crying and fussing and wanting to be held 24/7, I'm still going back to work next week. I won't get to be around the moments of wanting to be held all day because I simply won't be here.
The thought of not being around for my kiddo when he's feeling so crummy and sad breaks my heart. So for now my to-do lists can wait. Working out isn't that important. The dishes and laundry mean nothing to me.
I'll hold you little guy...as long as you need me to.
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