Enough Already

We are anxiously awaiting the arrival of two shiny, white molars...and they can't get here fast enough.  Jack is miserable and these two little teeth refuse to cooperate.  We have been expecting to see these babies for almost two weeks now. His poor gums are swollen and it looks like he has two huge blisters in his mouth.  The teeth just will not break through the skin and allow this little buddy any relief.  He is running a low fever, constantly tugging at his ears and face and is just down right pitiful.  He lays his head on my shoulder and just whines.  I keep him full of Motrin and now he welcomes the numbing gel that he used to run from.  So today we paced, bounced, rocked, rode the Gator...anything to try to make him feel better.  I think we will throw a party if these precious molars ever decide to reveal themselves.  A party to celebrate the end of a terrible dose of teething.  Jack is certainly ready...and so is his Mama.

A tough day of teething:

Drinking lots of milk and chewing on my cup...

Laying on my dog chair looking for some relief...

Rolling around on the floor in pain...

I feel so bad...