The last few days have been rough in our house. Three of Olivia’s teeth have decided to make their debut at the same time. So needless to say, days are rough, but nights have been rougher.
I spend most of my days feeling guilty. Guilty that I can’t do anything except really give her baby Tylenol and hope it’s helping.
The pains of a mother.
I’m happy that I’m able to not only have Myke with me on the weekends, but my parents and Myke’s parents to visit. Sometimes I think she gets bored with me, especially since my stomach is growing and it’s getting harder and harder to pick her up, so it’s good that she can have a change of pace and more people to play and give her attention. She still sneaks in some smiles through out our day. She also loves to give hugs and kisses, so there are some upsides to this teething thing.