Teething

I never expected teething to be a big deal. I had rarely heard anyone talk about the pain a baby goes through as teeth push through there gums. I started to write a blog about my recent roadtrip with my guy friends, but I was interrupted by the sound of Nash screaming. These moments are hard for me. I have to wade through thoughts like "If you go in there every time he cries he'll never be able to fall back asleep without you" or "If I don't go in there as Nash screams at the top of his lungs will he start to feel that we don't care about him." Tonight I went in, and it was pretty clear his teeth were the reason for his pain. His hands were in his mouth and he was soaked in sweat. I sat with him in his rocking chair and he drank a little milk and we talked about his dog, and I blew on the back of his neck and head where sweat had pressed all his hair down. We rocked in silence for a few minutes, (which rarely ever happens) I reminded him of how loved he his and then I lay him in bed and he fell asleep.   Some of these nights have led to fights between Lizzie and I about what to do, some I have slept through, and some like tonight I held and tried to comfort him. I would never wish pain on Nash, but our interaction tonight was beautiful, and without the pain we may have never had that.