I've Seen Better Days!

Uggh! Ouch! My mouth hurts! The last few days have not been some of my better days. It all started Sunday night with a slight fever of 99.4 degrees. Just before this mommy and I were playing so my parents thought the rise in temperature was just related to me running around like a crazy man. I slept all through the night waking at 5:30 a.m. (my normal time) still feeling pretty warm and screaming that “mouth hurts!” Much to my parents surprise I was getting my 2 year molars. Out came that toy I love to make beep, revealing a temp of 99.6 degrees. Down went the Motrin as I sat moping on my parent’s bed. In kicked the Motrin and out came Thad! I went to school and really didn’t eat much of my breakfast and by the time lunch came I refused to eat. I had a hard time taking my nap and all I wanted to do was be left alone. Daddy could not get there fast enough. By the time I got home 'Dada' had to beg me to take Motrin, and once I did I was back to normal. However, I barely slept that night, and neither did my parents; I was up every 2 hours!

I slept until 6 a.m. (shocking I know!) but was still miserable and crying that my mouth hurt. Forcing Motrin down my throat and crying because I couldn’t eat my raisins, I was not a happy camper. I didn’t touch my breakfast, playing instead. By 11 a.m. I was down for the count, skipping lunch altogether. I awoke around 2:45, just in time to steal some cookies from Emma and eat some of my fruit. That night at dinner I was still belly aching that my mouth hurt, but I didn’t have a problem helping myself to some tortilla chips! I guess you could say by Wednesday morning I was back to normal with my two upper molars peeking through!