We interrupt my previously-scheduled post to run on Jack's Seven-month update to address a larger issue in this letter.
Dear Teething,
You are a big jerk. You have become my arch nemesis. I understand you are just doing your job. You are just trying to ensure that my son has all of his teeth so he will no longer choke on food, can enjoy eating and look like a big boy, but could you be a little less painful?
Spending an hour rocking a crying baby, who is clearly in enormous pain, back to sleep during the witching hour is not my (or his) idea of a good time.
So, seriously, could you ease up a little?
Sincerely,
A very angry and sleep-deprived mama
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