Today has been one of the hardest days I can remember. (Which makes me wonder if they have been a breeze all along?) Our boys have been seemingly unaffected by teething. Never have fussed much about it, we've barely kept up with how many they have or are getting. Mostly we have been surprised to see 2 or 3 new teeth in a mouth because the boys never gave any indication that they were teething.
This time it's different.
Luke is going on day five of barely eating. No matter what meal we have fed him, he immediately has thrown his food on the floor. Today he has been constantly crying with gigantic crocodile tears coming down his beautiful little face. His little fingers have been in his mouth trying to figure out what in there is making him hurt. Both Wyatt and Jaxon are sad to see their brother feeling so down and have been very empathetic, giving Lukey toys to try to make him feel better. Occasionally, Jaxon imitates Lukes cry- I'm not sure if he is imitating for attention or just trying to let Luke know he's not alone. Either way, this mean little tooth has certainly made itself known in our home.