Today was truly a day and a half. ~trigger warning: teething hell~
Virgil was up from midnight until 2am for two nights in a row now. Armand woke us all up with a bad coughing fit at 6am. I caught a look at Virgil’s lower molar that was swollen up badly last week and it’s worse. So much worse. It’s like two fleshy flaps that push up impossibly high above the rest of his gums, higher than his tongue sits, and it’s like he fucking chews on it or something, the way his mouth goes. No fucking wonder his sleep is worse then it was this time last year when he was only a month old. :| These teeth need to hurry the fuck up.
Google assures me that it’s normal. One person talked about their dentist cutting the flaps off for them, but more people talked about them just falling off on their own when the molar came in. I never saw this with molar #1 or with any of Armand’s 8 molars, but there you go, every single child is a bit different and you just need to keep learning. It’d be easier if we weren’t so damned sleep deprived though. I’m on edge with stress hormones from when I was playing it cool but hadn’t consulted google yet and part of my brain was pretty sure that he was probably dying because what the serious fuck.
