I don't know what you did today, but I am pretty sure that you didn't think about your lateral incisors. Looking at your lower, middle teeth, the teeth on either side of them, those dang pointy ones escaped your thoughts today. Sure, you brushed them and used them to attack that lunchtime sandwich, but you didn't give them any real thought today and I am completely jealous.
I live with a 18-month old boy with 14 fully surfaced teeth and 2 more just dying to come out and enjoy some chicken. Their names are lateral incisors. These pointy demons can bring a toddler to his knees and a household to a grinding halt.
For the past three nights, my son has not slept through the night. He gets up one-to-three times a night screaming immediately. Yeah, I am a single mother who does all of the night-time shifts, but my boy had spoiled me rotten. He typically sleeps 10-12 hours a night, non-stop and is the champion napper of his daycare class. His height is close to the 90% compared to other kids his age so he needs all that sleep to sneak in his extra inches.
I miss sleep because I remember sleep. It's not a too distant memory, not like those pitiful newborn parenting folks. Just last Saturday, I enjoyed eight hours in a row like a queen. But now, we wait. We wait for the pain to arrive and for these teeth to make their big entrance.
Don't worry, I am happy, yet sometimes I forget in my sleepless haze. It's these moments, those times when it's only you in the house that can go to him in the middle of the night that you REALLY feel the crunch of the single parent-ness. There is no one here to take turns for the middle of the night cries. No one else to run out and buy more medicine. It's only me to handle all the sudden cries, battles with food and convince just to lie down and go to sleep.
Dang you, lateral incisors. Dang you.