My sweet little Sadie has annoyed me for the past two days.
She is cutting her first little baby tooth and being incredibly dramatic about it.
I joked to Ryan the other day that when she cuts her molars I’m going to become a full blown alcoholic, if this is how she treats a little bottom front tooth.
So because I’m never in this space, the space where my child annoys me, I want to write about it and explore it.
Sadie, so far, has been a friggin dream. She is alert, inquisitive, warm, people-oriented, sweet and independent.
She toodles around the living room and kitchen, selects her own toys and busies herself with them. I get to do most household things in the same space as her without having to lord over her every move.
Well, at 3 months she started standing, by 4 months she only wanted to stand at all times (that includes diaper changes), by 5 months she was starting to crawl, and now at 6 months she is starting to pull herself up on anything that looks like fair game (the oven bottom drawer, the bottom of a foot stool, the footrest on our ikea chairs, a bag of flour that is taller than her).
So now I am trying to slice things, bake things, grate things, and deal with hot food things, while simultaneously making sure my tiny human doesn’t smash her giant bobble head on my very unforgiving tile kitchen floor (again).
Cooking has become a deathly sport, for her and I. While I watch her and chop cucumbers, will I lose the tip of my pinky first, or will she lose her balance and smash her head on the corner of the drawer (again)?
Anyhow, until two days ago, the ‘who might perish in the kitchen’ game was manageable. But then- The Tooth.
For the past 48 hours, my previously very amenable and self-satisfied little creature has become what Ryan and I have come to call ‘Suck Muppet’.
Suck Muppet is IN LOVE with Mommy.
Suck Muppet will Wail at the top of her lungs if Mommy appears to be moving away from her.
Suck Muppet forgets to Breathe she cries so hard when Mommy does in fact, step away from her for a mere moment.
Suck Muppet will not sleep in her own crib anymore. Only in Mommy’s armpit.
Suck Muppet does not play with her toys if Mommy is not Right There beside her.
If Mommy is on the couch watching her like she used to, Suck Muppet will just crawl over to Mommy, stretch her arms up and cry for Mommy to hold her.
Suck Muppet is a monster.
Typically all I need is 5 minutes away from my baby before I crave her and miss her again, but with Ryan away at work during the week as often as he is, I don’t have that 5 minute break to reset my Mom clock.
So last night I decided I would finally allow myself a shower. One act, all day, for my own benefit.
I dragged Suck Muppet’s exersaucer into the bathroom. Put it right outside the frosted glass doors. Stepped into the shower. Exhaled.
Then the screaming began.
It didn’t matter that I had brought her in Right Beside Me. That she was within her required 5 feet of comfort. That I was singing and talking to her from inside the shower and periodically poking my head out to wave and say hello.
I finished the shower.
I scooped her up in my arms.
I put her in her jammies and brought her to bed with me.
I let her fall asleep in my armpit.
I told myself tomorrow was another day, and we fell asleep.
And in fact, today was much better.
She’s still clingy, but not as bad, and I took myself out of the house and had a great catch-up with a friend at the mall, and got more things done around the house than I did yesterday and I found myself enjoying her again.
I told a Mom-friend about this today and she died laughing at me. She said she loves it when Moms like me who always say our babies are perfect finally hit a breaking point and admit that from time to time our babies suck.
So I guess that’s what I’m here to say.
99% of the time, Sadie is awesome and I have a blast being her Mama.
And the other 1% of the time- there is Suck Muppet.
For a peek into my future- here’s a chart of baby’s tooth development that makes me shiver in my Mom booties.