Trixie is going through another round of teething. I’ve never heard anything so horrible as the screaming that lasted almost two hours last night. We tried teething gel, ice, Tylenol, teethers and icy washcloths — as well as all the other sorts of holding, hugging and whispering you do to comfort a child. Nothing would ease the pain from the puffy, inflamed swelling in her upper gums caused by the two new front teeth now translucently visible below the bulging surface.
In the end, she exhausted herself from the uncontrollable, terrified anguish. She finally collapsed, shuddering and still sobbing, into the fetal position, asleep. Today, the teeth have still not broken through, but you would never know from Trixie, who is happy as a fully-toothed baby.