my poor little misera-bean was teething all. weekend. long. ugh.
until easter weekend (which she spent grumpily teething, too), we'd been lucky - she hadn't been sick even once in her little life. [knocking on wood] no ear infections, colds, coughs, barfing. she rarely even had spit-up issues when she was really little. and the only time we'd given her any kind of medication was before doctor's appointments - a little tylenol to help ease the pain of those nasty shots. quite a healthy little bean she was.
and then on saturday morning, she woke up cranky and hot as all hell. she was fighting a fever, super clingy, didn't want to eat a thing, and missed her morning poop! TMI, i know, and she'll kill me for that one day, but the bean is uber regular. like freaking clockwork.
when she was able to fall asleep, she looked so sweet and peaceful.
as you can see, today's visual aids are black and white, to emphasize the emo-ness.
but when she woke up, i got this:
then we got in the car to head over to the grandparents' for dinner, and she was the queen of silly faces.
the tylenol and homeopathic teething meds must've kicked in during the ride, too, because she turned it on when we got there.
she even sat down and folded her hands to pray before the meal was served.
i peeked in her mouth and spied the problem - a ginormous molar popping through her red, angry gums way in the back. poor little thing.
i just want my shiny, happy baby back. please? soon? kthxbai.