Feeling: Like a Zombie
I think the bub is teething. Or perhaps he senses that there is impending change.
As the week of starting school draws nearer, we have been trying to get him down to bed earlier so that he’ll be ok to get up at an earlier time for the quick jaunt to school.
We’re super excited to get him started, again for the free time that’ll be created when he does start going, but this stage…
You know how they say that when you’re getting used to something, it’s called a teething stage?
Well if you’ve never been a parent of a teething child, then you really have no idea what kind of harrowing experience getting settled can actually be.
Teething is PAINFUL. Uncomfortable, torturous and stressful for all involved.
And it’s not just a physical ache either. It’s what teething does to your mood. You really don’t feel like doing much. You’ll probably want to whine a bit. Or a lot. And you probably can’t think of much else except that there’s this unwelcome thing in your mouth pushing through your gums and making everything involved with that area of your face a huge pain.
It can’t be fun.
It’s really no wonder that every little bit of fussiness that a baby experiences in the first few years of his or her life is attributed to teething because honestly, I don’t think an adult could take all this change either. Especially when it’s going on in your mouth.
I’d be throwing tantrums and insisting on cuddles all the time and making unreasonable demands all the time too.
This isn’t the first time that the bub is teething though.
He’s had quite a few sprout when he was a bout 7 or 8 months old. And when the front teeth came out, there wasn’t much of an issue with his attitude or demeanour. I’d dare say he was a cherub while he was growing those out at that point of time.
In fact, we barely had any fussing or biting or grinding or drooling from what I can remember. Perhaps we are just blessed that we didn’t have to worry too much about the first few teeth.
Which is why we’re suffering for it now (haha).
I actually think it’s because the bub is older now. He KNOWS how to complain about things, that he ‘s better, or somewhat more attuned to expressing his feelings when he comes across something different.
It’s no longer a conundrum or confusion for him when a new sensation or experience comes along and he’s not shy to tell us what he’s going through in the little vocabulary that he has.
Similarly, teething in real life, getting used to changes and doing things differently, overcoming a new period and having a new experience can be uncomfortable. Perhaps not painful, but weird, and strange.
it might not necessarily be unpleasant, but it’s a funny feeling to be doing something new that you’re not used to do.
The difference is that adults take it out on others. We’re not like kids who don’t understand why and how the world works. We think. And overthink things. Especially in my case.
I’m not going to lie and say that I’ve never felt frustrated and angry when something I’ve planned for, accounted for or expected suddenly changes and throws me off my game.
My husband can attest to the fact that I’m not the easiest person to get along when things don’t go my way. He has most definitely been on the receiving end of my rants and heated complaints and more than once, I’ve snapped at him because there was nowhere else for the anger to go.
(Thank you honey for still loving me although I’m a rabid monster sometimes!)
But yes. It’s not easy to adapt to change.
As a mum though, I have to put on the brave face and keep calm on the outside although everything is raging inside about how things could be so much simpler and well put together if things would just stay the way things are planned.
My child will see how I react to change and he’ll take his queue from me when he sees how I handle new circumstances.
I have to show him how to take change in his stride and accept that that is how life just IS.
Things will revolve and morph in front of him, and he’ll be thrown into the deep end more than once in his life. Let’s not even talk about going to school next week. What about moving on to primary school, taking tests, getting a job, finding a girlfriend?
Life is really all about how you react in all these experiences. And that determines the lessons that you take away – if you’re all upset and sad and ranty and angry, it’s hard to find anything about that experience that you can learn from or enjoy. Perhaps you might lose the chance to find out just how nice it might be to do something different or try out that something new.
You can hardly tell those teeth not to come out anyway, so you might as well embrace what’s going on and do what you can to make the whole ordeal less painful and easy to bear.
After all, when you’re done teething, you get to enjoy the benefits of those teeth you’ve earned in the whole experience don’cha?
Yeah, enjoy the food of life with those brand new chompers you got dere.
In any case, I hope that I won’t have to worry about too much literal and figurative teething in the coming week when we prepare the bub for school.
We’ve been advised to try and ease him into the idea of going into classes and that they have a progressive accompaniment scheme to help him ease into being at school without his group of familiar faces.
I know that we’ll struggle, I’ve heard as much from my mama friends. But I know that whatever ends up happening, there’s a lot to benefit from when the initial anxiety and stress of this change passes. And so I am prepared to deal with whatever comes.
No matter what the teething may bring, we’ll walk through it hand and hand and get through it together 🙂
Budding and Growing,