It’s been ages since I’ve had to worry about teething. I can’t even remember when Daniel cut his last tooth. I should be able to look it up in his baby book, but I have yet to fill it out. I know, that’s terrible, but with the second child, there’s just never time for fluffy things like baby books. Not even his name or birth date graces the inside, it’s just an empty book. He’s had all of his baby teeth, minus the two year old molars, for over a year. I can’t even remember his particular reactions to teething.
Until now. It’s two year old molar time. Right now it’s 5:17am and he just started crying again (and now he’s sitting on the couch watching Thomas). When I was up last night with him, I had to administer a dose of Nurofen to take the pain away and allow him to sleep. When I went in his room, he was standing in his cot screaming.
“What’s wrong buddy?” I asked him.
“I want to watch Hiro and naughty Spencer on the TV, Mommy,” he to told me with a pained look on his face. That’s what he calls the Thomas movie, ‘Hiro of the Rails.’
“No, it’s the middle of the night Buddy, it’s time for sleep. Lay down.”
He did, but soon started crying again, and gnawing on his finger. I gave him some Nurofen and he went to sleep a little while later.
He woke up the night before last as well.
“MOMMY THE BOOGER IN MY NOSE, GET IT!” He kept yelling out whilst crying. But there was no booger.
As soon as I woke up from my heavy slumber, I had to pee. Daniel was still yelling out about his non-existent booger as I groggily climbed out of bed and put my fluffy pink bathrobe on. It’s winter over here, and darn cold in the middle of the night. I didn’t bother with my glasses, it was dark anyway.
Walking with my right hand in front of me to feel for any deviations from my planned path to the bathroom, I set off.
As I pushed the bathroom door open with my pointer finger, I stepped forward into the bathroom.
The bathroom door was shut. I jammed my finger and walked nose first straight into the door. Why I thought it was not actually clicked shut, I have no idea. It was 3am, I was half asleep, it was dark, and I wasn’t wearing glasses or contacts.
I don’t know exactly what happened to my finger when it jammed, but it’s still really sore and if I use it, it hurts.
Oh well, at least I didn’t break my nose. That would have been pretty bad considering I’m a bridesmaid in another country in less than a month.
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