Mathias' sleep patterns have been erratic the past week and a half or so; he'd been consistently sleeping 8 or more hours a night since he was two months old, so I'm definitely not used to the lack of sleep!
Last weekend, he was unreasonably grumpy; three nights in a row, he woke up every two hours. It's never been that bad before. Then during the week, he started to get back to normal. Two nights ago, he woke up every three hours--I was like, NOT AGAIN! And all of yesterday morning, he was inconsolable unless I was making him laugh. I thought he might be teething, but I didn't feel any bumps or pokes on his gums, and he wouldn't hold his mouth open long enough for me to peek.
Last night, however, I discovered it; the first tooth, peeking through his guns on bottom, front left. A little white spot that feels a little sharp to the touch. A tooth, a tooth, a baby tooth! This little boy is growing up more and more and faster and faster every day.
He was in a good mood all of last night, but once we went to bed, the story changed. Mathias fell asleep around eleven PM, and was up again at one. And at three. And now it's nine AM and we both haven't slept since three; I finally gave him Tylenol around 8:30, so now it's a waiting game for us to both take a nap.
And all I can think now is thank goodness the puppies ate all the ants in the kitchen, because now I don't have to spend half an hour crouched, drowning them in the ammonia-filled Windex (you know, the blue kind).
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