Ethan is teething. He appears to be working on the top four. All at the same time. For weeks now.
Will you hate me if I tell you that I’ve never really had to deal with teething before?
You know how you don’t really know how easy you have it until the moment that you realize things could be so much worse? It reminds me of when I was about 6 weeks pregnant with my first and I bragged to Mr. French about how good I felt.
Man, what was it like to be that naive?
This last week has been filled with sleepless nights, crying, thrashing around, and multiple temper tantrums.
Even Ethan has been struggling.
Seriously though, how did my other kids sail through this so easily?
I keep thinking, surely tomorrow will be better. You can see the teeth. They’re right there. They just have to break through.
Except today, after the worst night so far, when I was just walking around in circles trying to keep him calm, after he’d taken his 15 minute nap, I started thinking that maybe he’s not teething. Maybe I’ve just been excusing all this bad behavior, and this is actually his personality.
Too bad I’m an optimist.
(Picture not from today.)