We Have a Tooth!

The night started off with my dog eating the trash. And it did not get better from there.

December 30th was a rough night. It started off, as I said, with my dog eating the trash which he never does. I don't know what got into him...all I saw was him coming out of the bathroom with this sheepish look on his face and when I went to investigate there was paper all over the floor. After cleaning up the mess, I headed downstairs for some R&R.

About 11 PM Alex woke up screaming, which is totally unlike him. We went upstairs to investigate. I picked him up and started rocking him. After a while he calmed down and started playing with my face, hair, etc. So I thought I could put him back into his crib. As soon as I put him down he started screaming again. I decided to do the whole "cry it out" method and left his room hoping that he would settle down and fall asleep on his own. That did not happen.

After about 15 minutes of crying Henry looked at me and was like "maybe he is hungry". So upstairs I go again and I tried nursing him, which did help. He fell asleep in my arms and I put him in his crib and he started crying AGAIN. At this point I told Henry that it was his turn to try and calm the baby and went to bed. Henry picked up Alex, tried comforting him, but Alex just kept on screaming. After about 5 minutes I couldn't take it anymore and told Henry to bring Alex to me in bed. Alex and I laid together for a while...he calmed down thankfully and he finally fell asleep next to me. While I love having Alex sleeping next to me, it is not comfortable because you can't have any covers around you, the pillows are smashed and your arms are contorted at weird angles that make them fall asleep. After Alex fell asleep I picked him up and tried to put him back in his crib for the night. He started screaming again. This is totally unlike Alex. At this point it was like 1 AM, I was tired and frustrated and I picked him back up and took him back to bed. I told myself that for any of us to get some sleep we would all sleep together. I guess I fell asleep because around 2 AM Henry came upstairs and took Alex back to his crib. AGAIN he started crying. At this point we didn't know what was wrong so we let him "cry it out" for a few minutes and he fell asleep. Yay us. We thought that that was it.

Around 3 AM we woke up again, not to the baby crying, but to the dog throwing up whatever he ate from the trash the night before. We had a lovely present the next morning.

Alex slept the rest of the night through and woke up his usual happy self in the morning. So no permanent damage was done...thank goodness. After I was done nursing him I decided to feel in his mouth to see if something was there. Lo and behold I felt a sharp little tooth poking through! I yelled to Henry that Alex popped a tooth the night before and that was probably the reason behind all the hysterics. Henry's response to my declaration was "Yeah, I was thinking if he was teething and that was why he was fussy". Ugh men! I looked at Henry and told him "Why didn't you SAY something? I didn't even think it was teething. I can't think of EVERYTHING" his response: "I didn't think it was worth mentioning". UGH! I felt hoorrible then, I could have given him Tylenol or something to help with the pain.

But we will know better for next time and Alex has his first tooth. His bottom left to be exact.