Teething

My poor little guy is teething. He is miserable, which makes mommy miserable. It isn't the lack of sleep, it isn't the constant walking and rocking and aching of my feet, it isn't the achey back from always holding him or lugging him around in my pouch, it's the sound of my baby in pain. It hurts my heart to have my always-smiley-guy grunting and groaning and sometimes outright screaming in pain. He tugs at his ears, and chops down on my fingers, we give him ibuprofen, teething tablets and orajel but everything is just a quick fix. What he really wants is mommy. To just be held and loved and rocked, which I am happy to do, even if it does mean less sleep, achey feet and an achey back. Just wish I could do more.

Our new best friend, the Snugli pouch.