Oh, the pain...

Dear Nicky,

We thought you had another tooth coming, but it turns out it's two more coming, nicely balanced, too, one on each side of your upper molar table. That's great, but unfortunately, it's making you pretty miserable. I might have to break out the Tylenol with codeine Doc Shlushie gave us way back when he fixed your little sack. Last night you woke up screaming around midnight, then this morning you woke around 4:30, fell back asleep, then woke around five, at which point I came in and held you while you slept another hour and a half on me. I don't mind; you're the sweetest. I just hate that you're uncomfortable. Just like last time, your appetite's gone out the window. Also, I don't know if you've got another cold, or your sinuses are infected. Last week was great, your nose was nice and dry, your breathing easy. Last night, pow, just like before, snot snot snot. Maybe it's teething related; they say it sometimes is. Right now you're taking a nap. The construction across the way doesn't bother you in the slightest, but then you've always been lucky.

Love,
Dad