[Right after a nap.]
I take back what I wrote last week about how Ronin’s sleep was getting better because it’s not better anymore. She has been doing the whole spastic scream, scrub at mouth with fist, tear into fist with the gums like a rabid animal, then cry miserably thing again. So I get the Tylenol, which, I should add, Ronin really likes. Baby acetaminophen is an acrid grit suspended in grape-flavored mucous; both Joshua and I tasted it to be sure there wasn’t something we were missing out on but it’s pretty much disgusting. Disturbingly, Ronin stops crying and opens her mouth wide when she sees the dropper. Kind of makes me wonder what sort of an eater she’ll eventually be.
Or maybe the problem is crawling. She takes hours to get to sleep but can’t stay asleep more than 40 minutes it seems lately. We hear strangled sleep-cry noises and go in to find her on all fours, rocking. Half asleep, super tired, and just miserable and crying. Poor thing.
At any rate, we keep trying to get a photo of the teeth but every time we approach with the camera, she clams up or tries to get the lens cap, leaving us with tight-lipped blurry photos. I did find this one though where you can sort of kind of see them.
[In lieu of sleep, we just spend a lot of time lolling around the bed. Trying to learn to crawl, etc.]
A fuzzy close-up of the teeth. They stick up about maybe 1mm now. Slow going. I can’t believe we have to go through this for all twenty teeth. I think the bags under my eyes will be permanent by that point.