Mutterings of a Fool

Man, Dad, Runner, Chief dog walker

Tag: teething

Tired

The lady of the manor and I are tired. Knackered. Exhausted. Done. If we were a steak we’d be well done, left on the coals until slightly shrivelled. We’re physically tired but also mentally tired. Tired of not having evenings without needing to resettle Rupert at least 3 times. Tired of the big ones waking up at 5.30am every day and having a meltdown if we tell them to go back to bed. Tired of needing all our energy just to tread water and not ever make progress. Perhaps most importantly tired of not having time for us, we don’t go out in the evening because we don’t want a baby sitter to have to try to resettle Rupert.

I love my crazy gang and I LOVE being a dad, my favourite moment of every day is opening the door in the evening and hearing the shouts of DADDY as Matilda runs to meet me, but this past few weeks has pushed us close to the edge. Rupert has had the triple whammy of reflux, teething and a cold. We’ve average 4 hours sleep a night for the past week or so and it has not been pretty. Going to work and trying to engage my brain to deal with meetings and email has been a challenge, although I’d say it was an achievement not to have nodded off at any point.

Clearly none of this is Rupert’s fault, I’m sure he’d much rather sleep all night than waking up gagging with the acid from his reflux, but when you spend 40 minutes rocking him to sleep it doesn’t always feel that way. I found myself a few times shouting at him in the middle of the night ‘just shut up and go to sleep’. How ridiculous is that? To be shouting at an 8 month old baby who most likely has no clue what you are saying. When he did finally drop off I’d creep back to bed racked with guilt for being such an uncaring bastard.

The face of innocence

The face of innocence

The glimmer of hope right now is that last night was better, we actually got a block of 4 hours sleep. 4 hours! Hilarious to be celebrating such a small amount of sleep but it really makes a difference. He is now the proud owner of 2 big teeth (4 months earlier than his siblings) and his cold is abating, who knows when his reflux will go away. Although if one more person tells me it’ll stop when he’s eating I’ll shove the leftovers from his 3 meals a day in their face. Same for the ones that say ‘he’s a big boy, bet he sleeps well’, such old wives tales.

If anyone has any top tips for dealing with reflux please keep them to yourself.

Man teething is the new man flu

Ever one to be a trend setter I’d like to declare man teething as the new man flu. Last week one of my wisdom teeth has been on the move and it has been hurting like hell. There are 2 reasons for this; firstly being very wise my wisdom teeth are clearly bigger than average so hurt more when coming through and secondly as a big tough man I have big tough gums which are hard to break through.

All this combined has seen me moaning a teeny tiny bit, making sure to mention at least once an hour that my mouth is indeed still hurting. Meal times are of course a prime opportunity to push my case even further by declining hard food ‘because my tooth still aches’.

With all this threatening to ruin my holiday I had a brainwave, the advantage of having 2 small children is we of course travel everywhere with a small chemists worth of drugs and teething remedies. Having seen first hand what has helped Henry in the last few months I reached straight for the Ambesol. A dab of it on my finger and then a quick rub of the offending gum was all was needed.

It was like I had been touched by angels.

Amazing powerful pain relieving angels.

Now I know exactly why Henry loves that stuff so much, honestly you should give it a go. It’s like when you get injected by the dentist before having a tooth out, except no needles and you don’t start dribbling down your chin an hour later.

You do have to put up with some funny looks though as you take a small bottle from your pocket, and start rubbing your gum with the contents. A top tip would be to avoid doing it in the gents toilet unless you want to have a conversation with a friendly policeman.

So there you have it, you heard it here first, if you’re suffering from man toothache you should reach for the Ambesol. Cures toothache and saves holidays.

P.S. Just to be clear this isn’t a sponsored post, although if they want to send me a few bottles of the magic liquid I wouldn’t say no.