We’re into week 3 of teeth cutting. The cutting of the second & third teeth is far worse than the first one. The first one saw Ava being a little bit grumpy, a bit of sleep interruption and a runny tummy and then the offending tooth was there.
Teeth 2; 3 and potentially no. 4 are not giving her an easy time at all, the past week has been hell. We have slept 2 nights out of 7. I have medicated and not even the medication is helping her, last night not even Stopyane could stop the crying or get her to sleep. I have been awake since 01h40, in essence, I’ve already had a 9 hour day but my work day has only just started.
In the midst of the crying – hers and mine, somewhere around 4am this morning, I was reminded of one of the stupidest things I have ever said! I actually cringe with embarrassment when I think about it.
In November last year, we had Miley (my female Chihuahua) spayed and she had a very bad reaction to the surgery, we spent one very sleepless night dealing with her reaction, at the time I compared it to what it must be like to have a human baby and how it was good practice for when we have a baby one day. It’s not the first or the only time, in my pre-parental role, that I had made comparison’s between being a pet owner and being a parent.
I feel like such a douche bag when I think about that now. I wonder how many of my fertile friends must have been having a good giggle at me. The truth is, I had no concept of what sleep deprivation was till I became a parent. Dealing with a sick dog is like a cake walk in comparison to dealing with a sick baby. The two are so far from being similar its laughable.
I suppose I’m not alone in this, at least, I hope not! I don’t think any of us can ever be fully prepared for what parenthood would involve until we’re in it. And while I thought I knew what was in store for me, my imaginings don’t even come close to the reality of the situation.
The part that makes me want to fall to my knees, cover my face with my hands and sob, is when other parents try to offer Walter and I comfort by telling us that once the teething is over, all will return to normal.
DUDES…. in all likelihood, that bit of gut-wrenching-make-you-want-to-blow-your-brains-out information means that in essence, we have another 15 months of sleep deprivation hell ahead of us! YAY!