The past few days have been a shock, as I began to integrate Charles-Winston back into my daily schedule, I realized that he is seriously having some issues and deduced that his first tooth is finally coming in. It's been a relief and yet also such a mental struggle for me. The days have been hard and the nights have been harder. He fights everything, he's eating SIGNIFICANTLY less than normal, he won't eat any solids but instead chews on his bottle, I've been giving him half doses of tylenol every 3 hours instead of full doses every 6 hours because I feel like it's better that way.
I put numbing cream, vibrating toys, even hard and pokey things on Charles-Winston's gums and nothing seems to help. I took him for a walk in his stroller today and that seemed to calm him down temporarily, and even though he loves the outdoors, it's too hot and he's already too dehydrated to stay out for long. Strangely the evenings are more peaceful - he seems to hit the wall around noon and from there until five-ish he's pure Hell.
I've sent Benjamin into the office the past two days because there's no way he can get his work done with Charles-Winston screaming incessantly, but it's excruciatingly difficult to deal with a baby that I can't help to stop crying by myself.
I feel like I'm constantly rubbing my temples as I search for relief from this never-ending headache. I'm growing restless and frustrated and even though I have support from everyone and endless offers to have someone else watch him, I feel so, so, so very alone.