Here Come #3 and #4

I feel like such a bad mom.
Last night was a rough night. Bradyn woke up at 11:00, screaming. I fed her, rocked her and tried to console her, but nothing seemed to work. Eventually, I brought her to bed with me. Kevin came home just as she had settled but upon seeing Daddy, she was wide awake. She was nuts! Smiling, laughing, pushing with her legs like I've never seen. It eventually turned into crying again and at about 1:30 am, I was ready to throw in the towel. Kevin, my hero, came to my rescue yet again. What would I ever do without him?
This morning at 6:30, there were more tears (Bradyn and I), short tempers (me) and extreme tiredness (all of us). Then, later in the morning when I was washing Bradyn, I looked in her mouth and there they were.... her two upper front teeth are coming in. That sure does explain a lot. And then the guilt set in. But how could I have known? There really weren't any 'warning signs' of what was going on and believe me, after the first two came in, I've been looking for the signs. Here I was, wanting someone to shoot me in the head so I could end my suffering quickly and painlessly, willing to give my precious baby girl to anyone who would take her, while all this time the poor thing was suffering the pain of 2 teeth trying to work their way through her baby gums. How can I be upset with her, especially when in between crying spells, she'll flash me one of her million dollar smiles?
It's been a very long day, and I need to get to bed because she's finally asleep. Let's hope she gets a good night's rest - I know I could sure use one.