I’ve had days like this. Today could even be one of them. Poor Benny has been fighting like a trooper for over a week now (Almost two actually).
First a fever followed quickly by the devil’s virus - a cold from hell that congested him up right to the ears. Then as the evil cold retreated from his little bod - teething for numbers 5 and 6. On Saturday, tooth 5 popped out and then number 6 (canine #2) started kicking his ass.
Last night was the night of a thousand cries. His, then Lin’s, then mine.
Brutal sobbing coming from a 7 month old is tough to take. Can anyone help me make my little bug better?
The little guy was certainly uncomfortable at times during our visit. It is supposed to be a bit cooler in Edmonton this week and that will help. A lot of overload last week too with all the extra attention he received. He was good as gold considering and he will get through this along with his parents.
Argh, I have vague memories of the last of my baby teeth wanting to work their way out and me being in some inexplicable hurry to help them along their way. Lots of twisting, tugging, cringing, and bleeding was involved. Of course, I was a good bit older than Ben when that was taking place.
Nap index must have been off the scale that day.