As the song says...
"All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth"
On Christmas night Tony and I, in a panic, packed the baby up in the car and headed towards the emergency room with my slippers still on.
Quinn had woken up out of a dead sleep, he'd had no nap that day and was extremely tired and fell into dream land quite easily. About half an hour later he was on the floor screaming in pain, face red as an apple and tears flooding his face. He would not let us touch him and he would not be rocked or consoled.
Tony and I went down the list... does he have a fever, no. Is he hungry, he ate very little that day, we gave him his favorite snack he threw it. We gave him a bottle, he had a little. We checked his diaper... sounds silly but Tony noticed a rash earlier... better safe then sorry. He has a cold so we gave him medicine thinking he'd woke up in a coughing fit which was spurring this tantrum now. He got maybe 3/4 of the meds. He screamed so hard that the liquid meds just dripped out of his mouth right after I gave it too him. Then we thought maybe it's his teeth and we gave him Tylenol (completely ok to mix the meds)
It was so bad we could not wait to see the effects of the meds... that would take twenty minutes of watching him hurt so badly. So off to the emergency room we went. He calmed down significantly in the car. When he began making chipper sounds and playing with his car radio after about ten minutes into the drive we realized the meds had taken effect and nothing to extreme was happening if Tylenol helped... we could turn around. He stayed up playing for a while, my heart stopped pounding and life returned to normal.
The next day... he had his two front teeth. I had no idea cutting teeth could be soooo painful.
On Christmas night Tony and I, in a panic, packed the baby up in the car and headed towards the emergency room with my slippers still on.
Quinn had woken up out of a dead sleep, he'd had no nap that day and was extremely tired and fell into dream land quite easily. About half an hour later he was on the floor screaming in pain, face red as an apple and tears flooding his face. He would not let us touch him and he would not be rocked or consoled.
Tony and I went down the list... does he have a fever, no. Is he hungry, he ate very little that day, we gave him his favorite snack he threw it. We gave him a bottle, he had a little. We checked his diaper... sounds silly but Tony noticed a rash earlier... better safe then sorry. He has a cold so we gave him medicine thinking he'd woke up in a coughing fit which was spurring this tantrum now. He got maybe 3/4 of the meds. He screamed so hard that the liquid meds just dripped out of his mouth right after I gave it too him. Then we thought maybe it's his teeth and we gave him Tylenol (completely ok to mix the meds)
It was so bad we could not wait to see the effects of the meds... that would take twenty minutes of watching him hurt so badly. So off to the emergency room we went. He calmed down significantly in the car. When he began making chipper sounds and playing with his car radio after about ten minutes into the drive we realized the meds had taken effect and nothing to extreme was happening if Tylenol helped... we could turn around. He stayed up playing for a while, my heart stopped pounding and life returned to normal.
The next day... he had his two front teeth. I had no idea cutting teeth could be soooo painful.
2 Comments:
Never a dull moment...
that's pretty kooky-ass
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