"Mama's little baby loves shortening, shortening. Mama's little baby loves shortening bread!" NOT! I haven't tried today (frankly, I'm a little scared to), but the song came on twice yesterday and Lil'T started wailing. Then, stupidly (and partially wondering if it was all in my head) I started singing the song. T as my witness, he started wailing again. I'm talking running nose, boogie flying, red faced crying. Poor little guy.
Last night was rough on all three of us. Lil'T's nap was interrupted by painful crying and getting him to sleep was filled with much of the same. We can only assume it's more teething. I felt so helpless as I rocked him. Big soggy tears. It was all T could do to get a little bit of medicine in him. What else could it be? No fever. No congestion. No unusual diaper fillings. We tried cold teethers and washcloths. He didn't want anything but to go to sleep. Which he eventually did. Aftershocks and all.
Well, my 30 minutes of crib napping is almost up. Time for anything constructive? Ha!
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