Adventures in Teething

Phew! 10:30 and I have been working for two solid hours to get Elijah to fall asleep. We are officially one week into cutting his first tooth, and it's going average. Apparently he is not terribly fussy during the day while I am at work, and he usually gives me a good two hours at home before he explodes; but right about the time I am putting him down for bed, Kablamo! It's like I'm pulling that tooth out of his mouth with pliers. Poor little man. We are using everything we know - cold teethers, frozen washcloths, nighttime Orajel, baby Tylenol. I hate that he is hurting so bad. As I was rocking him and trying to soothe him by humming "Jesus Loves Me", I was taken aback and comforted myself with the line "they are weak, but he is strong". All too often I forget to lean on God when I am too weak tackle something on my own. Teething is definitely one of those times. I am too weak to hear him scream so hard and need God's help to get both he and I through this physically and emotionally painful time.