here we are again

Everything is temporary. This is my mantra. I find myself saying it over and over throughout the day. It's an affirmation I tell myself, but also the way I try to keep it light with others.
"How are you doing? "
"Okay"
"Not good? ?"
How we all all so used to everyone just compliantly saying they're good.
"I'm good, I'm good"
What a load of crap.
"Everything is temporary"

Actually, why I haven't written in a while is because things have been lovely. I finally have felt like I've found a balance- got the baby swap going, doing yoga, sleeping somewhat normally, enjoying the change of the seasons, and Uma's cough was finally subsiding (after 6 weeks!)
And then
THOSE F'ING TEETH HAVE TO REAR THEIR UGLY FACE AGAIN!
Why why why???
I don't understand why we're created like this! Is our god/goddess testing our human capacity?

I know it sounds dramatic, but this shit is intense!
I always heard that the breaking of the incisors was the worst but I always just thought folks hadn't already seen the suffering we're already endured. Damn! It's like poor Uma is being tortured slowly...and we all know that slepp deprivation is a form of torture itself.

She started by waking up at 5am then scientifically, every night an hour earlier. Last night, my head just touched the pillow and she was up. When she's up, the girl is UP and she is shaking, hysterical, and feverish.

Next to my bedside I have Hylands homeopathic teething tab, Chamomile homepatics, Gummomile with clove, Calm forte homeopathic, rescue remedy,Tylenol, Motrin, Kanka- teething gel from Mexico, and good ol Orajel. I also have a host of pacifiers, teething rings, wet cloths, juice, etc
Tonight, Iwas seriously considering rubbing her gums with Whiskey, but read more about it on the web an reconsidered.
The best thing I read said that the Whiskey is really for the mama....

She chomps the teething tabs like candy, but she will not let me touch her ums to save her life.
It feels downright abusive to hold her down and cinch open her jaws.
She's like a wild animal.

We usually bring Uma downstairs in wild moments, sit her in front of Elmo or her signing dVds and she will mellow.
Last night I sat with her in bed for 4 hours and looked at old pictures of her. We tryed to watch Elmo on YouTube but our internet connection was so bad that it took 30 minutes to load a 3 minute song of Elmo singing with Andrea Bocelli. I was so desperate that we would just watch the first 15 seconds, go back and watch the first 30 seconds, etc until the whole thing loaded. We probably watched it over a dozen times.
I'll paste it here so you can see how I spend my nights. It's actually rather sweet.