Dear teething,

I OFFICIALLY HATE YOU.

Owen's second front tooth has been coming in for about four days now. A few days ago, the FDA recalled the homeopathic teething tablets that I was using on his worst days. For good reason, but still. He is refusing to nurse, which I guess is very common because the top teeth are not covered by the tongue during nursing so it's quite painful. I'm lucky if I can get him to eat 2-3 times a day and he's not interested in drinking milk from a cup.

When the first front tooth came in I was wicked sore. He wasn't sure what to do with that new little razor in his mouth and he changed his latch a little. I had a skin tag on my areola that he sliced clean off (ouch. thanks?) After a day or so he figured it out and went back to a more comfortable latch. Now we have top front tooth #2 coming in.

And to top it off - Owen is constipated. He HATES passing solid stool. Gone are the days of easy liquid fart poops - this stuff takes effort. And I mean effort. If there were a poop Olympics my boy would be the champion. He turns bright red and screams like holy hell. Maybe if he drank more breastmilk it would make the stool softer - oh right, you can't you're teething. Hurts going in and hurts coming out. This kid can't win.

Today Owen refused his afternoon nap, pooped in my hand and bit my shoulder.

Today was not our best day.