A rough night

I had a rough night last night. My 14-month-old started crying at 1:30. It was a different type of cry, not the typical fussy, I-don’t-want-to-be-in-bed-right-now cry. So after waiting a bit to see if he’d settle down, I went to check on him. I found no noticeable reasons for his crying to I decided to settle him down by nursing him, which I haven’t done in the middle of the night in months. But when I put him down to sleep, he started up crying again. At that point, my 3-year-old was crying, too. So, I went in to calm her down. Then back in to take care of the baby. This time I rocked him until he was asleep. But when I lay him down, he cried again. I waited longer, and did fall asleep on his own. By this time it was 3:30. I finally fell asleep and was awoken by my husband’s alarm clock at 5 a.m. The baby was crying again, so my husband brought him to me. I nursed him in bed, and we both slept until 7 a.m. 🙂

It was our piano teacher who figured out what was wrong. Baby wouldn’t sleep for his morning nap either, and she asked, “Is he teething?”. Sure enough, two molars have just popped through. Poor little guy!