A tooth, seriously?!

Someone once told me "God doesn't give you more than you can handle." And while I'm not an overly religious person, I do believe in God. So today I'm relying that He knows what He is doing. Today was a good day, but the night was hard. The babies slept well, woke up happy and tolerated their baths, bottles, play time, tummy time and naps very well all day long. Then that bewitching hour hit and they both got fussy. So we each took a baby and settled in for some standing and bouncing to keep them calm. Jack was his normal fussy self, easily calmed. Maggie...another story. A few days ago Charlotte thought she saw a tooth coming in and figured it explained her fussy nights including drooling (she's been really blowing spit bubbles lately), munching on her hand and pacifier, refusing bottles and restlessness. I was in doubt, but tonight...I really think she may be right! Seriously, Maggie might be teething?! Tonight she refused a bottle, pacifier, couldn't be soothed at all. Finally I laid her under her mobile, in hopes it would help her calm down. In a last ditch effort I put my finger in her mouth and rubbed her top gum where the possible tooth was coming in. Not only did she stop screaming and started gnawing and sucking on my finger, but in the very spot was a small, hard "something"! We see the high risk doctors at Children's Tuesday, so we'll get a final confirmation. If she is teething hopefully we can be OK giving her baby Orajel to help ease her pain. Unfortunately she still isn't holding things yet, so we'll have to hold teething rings in her mouth for her. After discovering her calm with my finger I gave her some baby Tylenol and she finally took a bottle. She played for a while and now is peacefully sleeping in her swing. Jack needed some extra love in the glider and is snoozing in his crib. I'm exhausted, but I know it not only will get better...but that a month ago it was harder. I'm fortunate to have two healthy babies at home with me. I just have to remind myself of that the next time God decides to give me more than I think I can handle.