Six

Seis. VI. The number after five. What does this have to do with my life? At this point, nearly everything.

Six is the number of teeth Doozer is trying to cut all at once. Three molars, two canines, and an incisor. Never mind that she already has seven of those little buggers, she decided that she needs six more stat. And they are causing her a world of hurt, let me tell you.

Our usual go to, Hyland's teething tablets, have been voluntarily recalled by the company due to FDA pressure. Our next faithful companion, calcarea phosphorica, is not working well enough on it's own. So I am borrowing an amber teething necklace from my good friend and that seems to be taking a lot of the pain away.

If it gets much worse I'm gonna break down and buy some baby Tylenol, but I really don't want to. But I'm pretty happy right now, because between the amber, the calcerea phosphorica, and munching on frozen blueberries (THAT'S going to be a fun diaper tomorrow) the pain seem to be dulled enough to save Doozer's and my sanity. I know it seems a bit wacky, how does a rock help teething pain? Well, I didn't know either, so I looked it up and ran across some great info on it. Basically when the amber lays on the skin it releases an oil that boosts healing in the body. How cool is that?

But the necklace does make her look like an Amazon baby.