And I want to emphasize the plural nature of the issue because both grandkids are now cutting teeth.
The amount of drool is stupendous. Even with bibs, we’re changing clothes a few times a day. They don’t like any kind of teething toy yet. They prefer fingers, preferably ours. I keep an extra burp cloth in my pocket so I can wipe off the slobber before I touch anything.
Bless their hearts, they’re cranky. They hurt, and they don’t know why. They just want you to hold them and make it go away. In my day, my parents had paregoric, which they rubbed on my gums. I’m not sure, but I’m betting that would be frowned upon now. Pity, because it worked, or so I was told. We resort to lots of holding and walking and quiet whispering. Acetometipen for the fever. Their sleep is fitful, and they always wake up ill at the world. I’m guessing that we’re in for another week or so of this, then we get a break until the next round. It’s taking both of us to keep up. I did get the trash taken out today. 🙂
But I still love my grandkids.