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Last night was the worst night we’ve had since Princess Tater Tot was 3 months old and colicky.  I remember doing the “Tater Tot Stairmaster” up and down and up and down our staircase singing “I’m going up the stairs with Tater Tot in my arms” over and over and over until I was pouring sweat and I thought I was going to die because that is the only thing that would keep her from screaming her head off.  Man, have I gotten spoiled since then!  But last night I felt like I had gone back in time.  She woke up at 9pm wailing.  I gave her homeopathic teething tablets.  Still crying.  Walked and swayed and sang.  Still fussy.  Gave her Tylenol.  Let her play on the big comfy chair with the lights low (yeah, like that makes a difference!  Playing is playing and she probably thinks that she can wake up and play in the middle of the night all the time now!).  Calm, smiling, happy.  Until I start the “sleepytime routine” again.  Then screamin’ her head off.  To top it off we had a house guest.  Suffice it to say he didn’t get a lot of sleep last night either.

Three and a half hours later, she is still fussy.  What the hell?  I’ve given her all the medication I feel comfortable giving her, I have rocked her, given her an extra bottle, and generally done every flippin’ thing I can think of and….NOTHIN’!  Not even a HINT of readiness to go to sleep.  Finally I just let her wail in her crib because I was about to just fall down dead!  Well, that woke up The Daddy and he took over.  It took him another hour to rock her to sleep.

What happened to my happy little sleeper?  Who came in the night and replaced her with Alien Baby With Attitude? Granted, she is getting six new teeth in various stages of breaking through but I did dose her up with all the stuff that’s supposed to make it better. AND she seemed abso-friggin-lutely FINE while we were sitting quietly and she was shaking the homeopathic teething tablet bottle and grinning like the Cheshire Cat.  That’s why I’m wondering if it’s part teething and part separation anxiety.  She is rather attached to The Mommy right now…  Maybe I’ll never know but all I can say is I’m really, really, really glad that whatever it is, it will pass.  I just hope I can last until it does…

On a happier note, we went to the beach today and she had a ball!  She loved playing in the sand and watching the birds fly around.  That’s good news for me.  Maybe this kid will end up being a surfer like her Mommy.  It sure would make it easier for me to get back in the water.  As soon as this kid can swim, I gotta get her on a surf board.