So, the last two weeks have been just horrendous.
The Wee One has been so miserable. I was commenting to a friend the other day that I had gone past breaking point and was just. Broken. And was crying. Alot.
I had exhausted all options. Was she teething? Was she sick? Did I need to take her to a doctor?
Instinctually I knew she wasn't sick and I had been to the doctor not so long ago and he had said she was fine. I thought it might be teeth but was confused at how long the teething episode seemed to be lasting. So I just waited. And hoped. And begged for it to be over.
She has been okay the past few days though and was getting back to her normal little self, albeit a little clingy but still far more settled than before.
But then tonight when putting her to bed it happened. Again. She started crying not long after she had gone to bed. Teething? I thought again and decided I would put some teething gel on her gums, you know. Just in case. And heck maybe even trusting my first instinct for a change.
And I felt it. That little rough surface just piercing the top of her gum.
Her very first little toothy peg.
I think I'm going to cry.