Sam is cutting his two bottom teeth at the same time. For the most part, he's pretty chill about it, but from time to time, i can tell the lil guy is in pain.
One time was last night. He woke at 11, so sleepy, but with his whole fist in his mouth. I changed him (he turned purple crying during that!), swaddled him loosely, and slow-danced with him in my arms, showing him stuff around the bedroom, including a metal wire star we having hanging by fishing line that he loves to watch when i twirl it. Between the cuddling and star-twirling, that's all he needed. Soon he was smiling at his daddy and i was able to put him back to bed. I can only imagine what it feels like to cut a tooth. Well actually, i sorta know - i've cut a wisdom tooth before. That's pretty sore.
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