Teething

I always believed that the painful experience of teething was restricted to the first year of childhood, but my son’s teething episode in the last two days has proven my theory wrong.

Initially, we believed that he had come home infected with just one of the million of viruses that wander the hollowed halls of his daycare.  But the fever, cries for water in Portuguese, and massive amount of drool rolling from his lower lip pointed towards teething.

The last few days have been rough.Unfortunately my wife has born the brunt of the situation, Ethan loves me but when he is sick it is all about mom. Considering he was in massive pain over his emerging molars, the pain was only that much worst and the need for mom that much more.

As I write this, mom headed out to work and Ethan has just screamed himself into unconsciousness. His screaming for mom petered out at the edge of the sofa and he just passed out into a loud snore.

I fear to wake him up because I don’t want him to freak out on me and he seems peaceful and pain free. Yet, I also fear to let him sleep and ruin his internal clock an have him up all night in pain.

Update:

I got the best of both worlds. He got up in a good mod, smiled at me, and didn’t once ask for Momma. To keep him happy I’m going to load up the Wiggles video on my Iphone and snuggle up with him in front of the comforting light of my Apple product.

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