Nolan's third tooth finally made it's debut last week, months after the first two arrived. Not to be outdone, it's neighbors, teeth four and five decided to show up this week almost simultaneously. And boy, has that been fun! I can only guess that it must be pretty painful because, though he's been happy during the day, he hasn't been himself at night at all, much to my joy. He's up at midnight, then at 2 , then again at 4:45...it's a flashback to his newborn weeks all over again, except it's not just a simple feeding that will get him back to sleep. I gotta rock and sing and rock and sing. I feel really bad for Nolan because I can tell that he's just so uncomfortable and can't get back to sleep--but people? I'm tired. So tired. It's a good thing I work from home now since I can roll into my "office" unshowered and in my PJs.
But look:
This rejuvenates me better than all the coffee in the world could.
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If it's any consolation, I'm up at those hours, too. :-( So the rock and sing is a technique I'll need to hang onto huh? Great.
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