A Special Kind of Torture...

I feel like there is a special kind of torture for mothers... teething. I think this was devised to test a mother's patience to the limit, I love my sweet little son, but teething... well teething gets me every time. It is torturous because there is NOTHING you as the mother can do to make it better, sure there is children's tylenol (which I think is just purple corn syrup) and there are teething rings, and a few other options, but really the solution is just to wait it out. In the meantime the baby is miserable, they don't want to eat, play or be put down, in Michael's case he rejects real food in favor of nursing... all the time. I just feel bad for the little guy, just awful, powerless, and like an awful mom because I can't make it better. So there is the part where you are powerless and then there is the part where you have had enough, you know what I mean, even the best moms have those moments that require counting to ten, a quick prayer, a deep breath, and remembering to "keep calm and carry on". Yes, I think teething is a special torture reserved for mothers. But on a lighter note, even with this special kind of torture there are great moments in motherhood too, some that make the teething totally worth it, like when you get the munchkin out of their crib in the morning and they are thrilled to see you, or when you can see them learning, or when they learn to connect and communicate with you, or when they start to learn independence and explore their world, so many good moments, I guess I can deal with the teething.