It is almost 5am and I've been up and down the stairs to Michael like a jack-in-the-box for the past 2 hours. He just keeps waking up crying. This really isn't like him - he has gone down to sleep easily for 11 hours a night for the past 2 months. Phil took a turn trying to soothe him... no luck. We checked the usual things - he is well fed; no leaks; good temperature; no wind. Then we looked in his mouth and can see a red line across the little lump where his tooth will come through. The baby clinic advised us to give him some paracetamol if the teething interrupted his sleep and that is what we have done. I know we probably shouldn't play with him but we're trying to relax him now so that the paracetamol can take effect.
I feel so very sorry for him, but I feel sorry for Phil and I too. Phil always wants to do his share, even though he works full-time and he is going to be exhausted today if we can't get some sleep soon.
Fingers crossed...
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