Archive | September, 2009

Look at me, I’ve had a makeover!

14 Sep

Ahhh… much better.

I would, however, like to know why the font in my first ever post is different to all the rest. I don’t remember ever changing it. In fact, I don’t even know how to…


Teething & Terrors

14 Sep

Today, my usually happy, smiley, little ray of sunshine, appears to have been replaced by some kind of screeching, whingy, whiny, raspberry blowing, hell beast.

“Who stole my baby?!” I find myself crying to anyone who will listen.

There can only be one logical answer. One thing that can strike fear in to the heart of any parent. The Evil Teething Monster. You know the one… the one who wakes your peacefully sleeping child in the middle of the night, only to make her cry and cause her pain. The one who, at the same time, causes sleepless suffering to anyone else within a mile radius.

I have come to realise, that the Evil Teething Monster possesses the power to turn your child in to a complete contradiction of herself. She can be so obviously exhausted, yet will refuse, or is unable to, sleep. She can be starving hungry or thirsty, yet will refuse everything you offer her. She can be happy one second, then screaming the next.

I feel terrible for my Little Lady, I really do. I would do anything to take away the pain that Evil Teething Monster is causing her. Sadly, his powers are much greater than mine and any effort to protect her from them, has been a great failure. NOTHING works. All I can do is wait for the tooth to pop up and pray that Little Lady will then be back to her usual self. In the meantime, I’m thinking that investing in some earplugs wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

There is also something else bothering Little Lady at the moment. It seems the poor little love keeps having night terrors. She does this heartbreaking, uncontrollable cry in her sleep and it takes such a long time to calm her down… it’s just so distressing for all of us. It has happened several times now and I really wish I knew how to make it stop. Last night, we ended up taking her back to our bed with us, as she just wouldn’t calm down. It worked for her, but not at all for us, thanks to her endless wriggling. Never has the song “Three in the bed and the little one said, roll over” had more meaning. She eventually found a comfortable position, horizontally between us, head on Daddy’s arm and feet in Mummy’s face. Needless to say she was soon transferred back to her own bed where, thankfully, she slept peacefully for the rest of the night.

As a parent, you naturally want to do anything within your power to protect your child. To make sure that they never have to endure any upset, or pain. Which is, I suppose, why I feel so frustrated at the moment. Both of these things are completely and utterly out of my control. Short of giving her lots of cuddles and singing lots of silly songs in an effort cheer her up, there is really nothing else I can do.

Anyway, here ends this whingy, whiny post. Perhaps the Evil Teething Monster’s powers are getting to me, too. Here’s hoping the next post will bring something more positive!