letter

an open letter to my mouth:

mouth, c’mon.  a little help here.  i see no reason why you hate me, yet you torment me daily.  i have done nothing to you.  i chew on different toys, different textures, different flavors.  i give you oatmeal and sweet potato and squash and pears and peaches.  but all i in return is discomfort.  momma and dad can only distract me so much from all the anguish that you are causing me.  sleep has become a thing of the past, food has lost its flavor and uncomfortable has become a dream – pain is the norm.  why must you take forever to come in?  why can’t you just let those teeth pass on through the gums.  it seems like forever since i started this teething thing, and you know what?  i have nothing to show for it.  nada.  zip.  nothing.  no teeth, all pain.  please just let those teeth come in…if not for my sake, for the sake of momma, who is teetering on the edge of sanity because of this.

sincerely,

luke fann