These have been some rough days at the Higher Nest. For the past four days Wes has been super cranky and extra extra clingy. I’ll even go as far as saying that these have been some of the most challenging dates together to date.
This morning started out a little better, and he was gracious enough to enjoy being somewhere other than his parents’ arms or laps for more than just a ridiculous amount of time:
Still, I can tell he’s not himself. I’m not sure what to blame it on other than teething. Though he seemed a bit less crabby today, he spent a good chunk of time just laying against me with his head on my lap, sucking away at his paci, looking tired. I keep taking his temperature: no fever. But there’s a whole lot of cheek scratching and ear pulling, along with some voracious chewing and drooling:
So what else could it be? Craig’s first two teeth erupted when he was 5 and half months old (thank you trusty baby book!), and supposedly, teething follows a hereditary pattern, which makes this prime time for Wes’. But the gums themselves don’t look any more pink or purple, and I am not feeling anything on them out of the ordinary. So frustrating! I think a little Tylenol went a long way today, but I hate drugging him up without even really knowing what the matter is. I just hate seeing my little chunker so sad!