the joys of teething

Why does teething have such weird symptoms? When everything in the world odd starts happening, you know your baby is teething. Pulling on ears, low fevers, listlessness, indescribably rotten diapers, rashes, crying in sleep, or cravings to eat whole chicken legs, bone and all. Ok, maybe not on the chicken thing, but everything else for sure.

We’re teething again at the Callahan household for the first time in several months, and you really forget how much it knocks everything out of sorts. I love spending time with my little girl, but after a full day of teething drama, I am quite ready to retreat to my post-7pm life of eating dinner, watching television, looking at adorable and happy pictures of my baby, and desperately grasping for love and support from Chris and from you, my faithful readers.

My most memorable teething moment was from last time we were teething, about 7 months ago.

We were on our way to Bible Study – me, Ali, and Chris’ Aunt Kitty. We got stuck in a terrible traffic jam, so we were running late. Being anything but early is a pet peeve of both me and Kitty, and maybe Ali too – who knows. We’re sitting in traffic, not moving, and Ali (then 9 months old), is in the back seat clapping and cheering. How sweet!! Kitty looks back at her to ooh and aah over her mad skills, and notices that they aren’t “dry” claps. In fact, they are very brown, splattery claps. Ali’s diaper had leaked – badly – and she had figured out how to scoop up the contents and finger paint with it, then clap with it. She even had a very nice Indian War marking on her nose.

We’re still not moving in traffic.

What to do?

Luckily, we were slowly approaching the Acton Road exit. We pull off and into the McDonald’s parking lot. That McDonalds parking lot will never be the same. I’m not sure why I didn’t think to take her inside to the changing table in the bathroom – oh wait – yes I do – I would have dripped poo all over the floor of Mickey D’s. So I’m trying to change her in the back seat of my then very small car, and trying not to get drippage all over me. Kitty, thank goodness for Kitty – was very helpful – giving me reams of paper towels and boxes of wet wipes. Or at least all of the wet wipes we had, which were far too few to clean up such a nuclear explosion.
For the record, it was on her nose, all over her hands, arms, legs, feet, toes. . .under her fingernails, on her clothes, on the carseat, you get the point. And by the time I finished cleaning up, I felt completely unclean myself.

We didn’t give up on Bible Study that day – we were just late and got to let everyone else laugh about our adventure. While I was taking a full bath in the bathroom (at least trying to), Kitty told them that we had a “blowout”. They thought she was talking about a tire, and were very impressed that we changed it. She explained, they all reminisced of the joys of teething.

After that experience, I officially decided that teething MUST be spiritual warfare! :)