She wasn't terribly sick, just a light fever and some congestion. But her mood was just awful. She cried almost the entire day. She'd start to play contentedly, then the least little thing would set her off into a frenzy of tears and panic. It seemed like every little oops became a catastrophe. And she wanted that pacifier in her mouth all day long. I really struggled with that, then just gave in because I didn't know what else to do. (The by-the-book "perfect" mom is still kicking me over that, but even she didn't help me with another option.)
I usually know how to decipher Amelia's crying - sometimes it's whiny crying, sometimes it's hungry crying, and sometimes (hopefully not too often), it's pain crying. As I heard her scream out in pain during teeth brushing, it hit me like a ton of bricks. So I ran upstairs and asked her if her mouth hurt. Sure enough, she told us all about her mouth "boo-boo" and pointed to the back of her mouth. After a few entertaining attempts by Steve to pry her mouth open and hold down her tongue, he saw them.
MOLARS! Darn those little white things poking through my girl's gums. I can't believe it took me ALL DAY LONG to figure that out. And I hate that she's experiencing discomfort. But now I know to keep the Tylenol coming for one more day. And a pacifier now and then isn't going to ruin her life.
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