One night...two new teeth. Needless to say, it was rough. Henry whimpered for most of it in his dreams, and he finally woke up and cried at a little past 4.
Bless my dear sweet husband for taking the night shift last night and letting me sleep. He often helps me with the crummy middle-of-the-night wake-ups, but I can't remember the last time he popped up first, turned off the monitor in our room, and told me to stay asleep because he had it. I soooo love him.
When Jared's alarm went off at 7 this morning, I realized he was still upstairs with the boy. I crept up there to see what was going on, and I found the two of them snuggled in the guest bed - sound asleep. Jared was on his side, facing away from the middle (wise man, he is...sleep facing towards Henry and you are sure to wake up with a punctured kidney and/or a fractured rib). Henry was kind of on his side and his back, backside-to-backside with Jared, both arms over his head, with his legs stretched out as far apart as they would go. They were breathing deep and slow and perfectly in sync. Ahhhh-dorable.
Thankfully, J was able to get him to fall asleep just a few minutes after he got up there.
After Jared left for work this morning, I checked H's mouth to see if we had a culprit...and that's when I found the two new chompers. This brings us to 14, grandparents. The two newbies are still hurting him today, as evidenced by incessant whining and his going down for his nap almost two hours early. My poor baby.
So, we're just going to hang around the house today, he'll be taking his Motrin around the clock, and we will both be anxiously awaiting the homecoming of our very favorite snuggle buddy. Hope this lets up a little before his pediatrician appointment (and accompanying shots) tomorrow.
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