Simon has been crabby on and off for what we assumed was another tooth on the way. His first two came in so easily, and it was as if they were just not there one day, and present the next. This next one (or two) are coming in a lot slower.
Diana took him to the doctor yesterday because he seemed to have other symptoms that implied a cold, and he was grabbing for his ears. But there were no infections to be found, and they said the ear grabbing is probably related to the impending arrival of more teeth. I realized today that when I had braces, sometimes I'd get ear pain too, kind of connected to the jaw pain, so I can kind of understand what he's going through. Diana hasn't been feeling great either since yesterday, so last night I left work early to help out. He was whiney, but showed signs of being happy.
Today wasn't a good day for Simon at all. He was cranky all day, and didn't eat particularly well. He was down for a short nap when I got home today, and there was no gradual wake-up, just a wake-up and screaming. He immediately got into a routine of pulling his ears and rubbing his head, and it was just awful to watch.
I've mentioned before how Diana has always had a very visceral reaction to his crying. Well, my reaction to this is pretty intense. I can handle crying, because it's typically because he wants or needs something he isn't getting, and eventually you figure that out. But this is terrible, because he's in pain and there isn't anything you can really do about it beyond cold teething objects, some Orajel and baby Tylenol.
Seeing him so unhapp really upset me. It's the first time since he was born that I felt that helpless. I know that it's all normal and part of being a baby, but it doesn't make it suck any less. But team Puzzoni did its best to make him comfortable, read to him before bed and give him lots of love, and he went to bed pretty quietly. Hopefully, tomorrow will be a better day for him.