Still no call from my friend, and no suitable substitute for Mikey's teething keyring located yet... He screamed for three straight hours, despite singing, jiggling, dancing, swinging, and anything else I could do in my desperation. Then he threw a tantrum so bad I thought he was going to have a seizure or something. He turned purple and flailed and scared the hell out of me. I am in tremendous pain from slinging around a nearly eighteen pound raving crazy boy. He finally fell asleep. Tylenol and orajel didn't console him either. He's just exhausted. So am I.
I was already in PTSD hell because of the insane windstorms hitting here. They are major triggers, so I wasn't doing so well to begin with. The added teething hell stress has me on the edge of a major panic attack, with acid reflux and chest pain to boot. And I can't sleep. I got less than an hour last night.
Winds please go away. Girlfriend, please find (at least look for!) the bleeping teether toy!
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