Caleb is a very laid back kid. Jon and I even sometimes worry that he has that rare condition where he can't feel anything. I've clipped him with nail clippers, bonked him on the head, smushed sunglasses too tight on his face, put him in water that was too hot, .... (I know, and he's only 7 months old, right? Pretty impressive list.) Through all these things, he hasn't made a sound. Of course, there are the other times to encourage us: the shots, the head bump on the coffee table, the scratch from the cat. However, we could convince ourselves that these might have been cries of surprise rather than pain. Well, our fears have been abated.
Caleb is teething.
For the first time since Caleb's been in the church nursery, I have been paged because he was crying in the Sunday morning service. And the Sunday evening service. And Wednesday night prayer meeting.
On Tuesday night, Caleb woke up every two hours. He hasn't done that since he was 4 weeks old! On Wednesday night, he woke up at 11:30pm and I'm pretty sure didn't get back to sleep until about 3:45am. That was after two extra feedings and finally being tucked snugly between Jon and I in our bed.
He's got teething tablets and Tylenol, plus a trusty teether that he really seems to take to (except at night). Despite these things, our happy-go-lucky little boy has gotten a little on edge. I spent much of the day today cuddling and playing with him; even a 3-foot distance to the computer chair was too far. Thankfully I was hanging out with Leanna who was happy to keep Mr. C entertained! Ryker was pretty willing, too!
A fact that is a little daunting to me is that this is his FIRST tooth. Jon and I had a discussion with Caleb about considering getting them all in right now...preferably before we go to bed tonight...and just get it over with. I don't think he was paying attention, but I'm crossing my fingers that he at least gets a little more sleep tonight--for all our sakes!