The past few days have been a little rough. Thursday night ended like any typical weekday evening, with the exception that Aaron felt a little warm. I checked his temperature and it was right around 99.0 degrees, nothing too alarming. By 3:00 a.m., however, things had changed dramatically.
Aaron had been waking every two hours or so and fussing a bit, but always fell right back to sleep. After the 4th or 5th time of being awakened, I went in to bring him to my bed. He was burning up with a fever of 102.7. I immediately gave him acetaminophen and watched him closely the rest of the night.
His fever had not dropped very much by the time I needed to leave for work, so I called and told my job and my babysitter we would be staying home. At that time, I still had no idea what was wrong. We spent nearly all of the day cuddling with me trying to get him to eat something. He had no appetite and slept frequently, but was very restless and fussed a lot.
At around 3:00 that afternoon, I figured out what was happening. He was getting 3 teeth in at the same time! I knew he was working on his fourth top tooth, but the two on the bottom were a surprise. He's never had a fever with teething before, but he's also never broken more than one tooth at a time.
Late Friday night, around 10:30, one of the teeth broke through. He woke suddenly from a deep sleep and began screaming, yelling and sobbing. There was nothing I could do except hold him tight, rocking him back and forth, and sob with him. It's probably the worst feeling a mother can go through. Even writing this now, the tears are starting to roll again.
The rest of Friday night and all day Saturday, he continued to run a fever, not eat much and slept a lot. At one point, his fever got up to 103.1. I had just given him the next dose of acetaminophen, but needed to wait for it kick in. In the meantime, I drew him a cool bath, which he sat in reluctantly, crying and shaking from being so weak. I held him up with one arm only long enough to poor water over his entire body and head before getting him out, but it worked. While still wrapped in his towel, I checked his temperature again, which had dropped to 102.5.
Before we went to bed on Saturday night, I could see two new teeth (numbers 6 and 7), but I could no longer see the other one. I expected it to show up and...hopefully...break through that night or the next day. No such luck.
It's Sunday night now. The fever is gone and so is tooth number 8...at least for now. I only hope that when "eight" reappears, it comes alone and doesn't bring any friends or a fever. I'll let you know how it works out.
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