Wednesday was a pretty terrible day. We had to take Arthur to the hospital because he had gotten his upper lip frenulum stuck between his two front teeth. Apparently, this is a very common occurrence in children (particularly those younger than 2) because kids this age usually have such large gaps between their two front teeth. I've never heard of this happening before (and neither have any of the moms I hang out with, which makes me wonder if it really is as common as the mommy-forum people claim it is), and even the doctor had to leave the room for a good seven minutes while he surfed the internet trying to find out what to do with it.
In the end, we chose to leave it in the hopes of it just popping out again. Unfortunately, playing the waiting game has been pretty stressful for everyone. I've been praying non-stop, hoping that the Universe will finally have mercy on me and one morning I'll wake up and everything will be back to normal.
But, no. Not yet.
By Saturday, I had a feeling that the pain was growing progressively worse for Arthur because he was continuously crabby and wouldn't eat much.
So, Robinson and I took matters into our own hands and tried to pry his upper lip out from between his teeth. Long story short, by the time it was over, Arthur was hysterical, I was sobbing, and Robinson looked like he was ready to drive to the store to purchase fudgesicles in order to try and calm us down.
On Sunday, I bought Arthur some teething tablets that have helped tremendously. I just dissolved them in his water or juice. His gums look less inflamed and he seems to be eating more. I'm just hoping that things will continue to look up.
I'm beginning to understand why TEETHING SUCKS!
Blessed be.
In the end, we chose to leave it in the hopes of it just popping out again. Unfortunately, playing the waiting game has been pretty stressful for everyone. I've been praying non-stop, hoping that the Universe will finally have mercy on me and one morning I'll wake up and everything will be back to normal.
But, no. Not yet.
By Saturday, I had a feeling that the pain was growing progressively worse for Arthur because he was continuously crabby and wouldn't eat much.
So, Robinson and I took matters into our own hands and tried to pry his upper lip out from between his teeth. Long story short, by the time it was over, Arthur was hysterical, I was sobbing, and Robinson looked like he was ready to drive to the store to purchase fudgesicles in order to try and calm us down.
On Sunday, I bought Arthur some teething tablets that have helped tremendously. I just dissolved them in his water or juice. His gums look less inflamed and he seems to be eating more. I'm just hoping that things will continue to look up.
I'm beginning to understand why TEETHING SUCKS!
Blessed be.
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