Poor Fussy Man, Teething Really SUCKS!

The past few days have been a little rough for Nick. I couldn't really figure out what was going on, sometimes he was completely happy and giggly and then suddenly he'd be a wailing ball of tears. He's been a bear about going to bed too. His 7:30 bedtime has turned into nap time and he's up again around 8:30 raring to go. The other night he was up at 11:45 until around 1 am. He constantly needs to be held and played with. Putting him down generally leads to instant hysterics. I know people say that you can't spoil a baby, but Nick is spoiled. He has a wicked temper and when he's not getting his way he lets you know about it in no uncertain terms. I've done as much holding and cuddling as I possibly could. I've given him saline nose drops because I think he also has a cold and I've given him Tylenol to ease the pain. Nothing has seemed to really help for more than just a little while. This morning I discovered the reason for all the crankiness. Nick has cut his first tooth! I knew he'd been teething; its hard to miss the drool faucet that has been running nonstop down his chin for a while now, but Collin started that around 3 or 4 months too and didn't get a tooth until he was 8 or 9 months. I never expected Nick to actually get a tooth so soon. I guess it just goes to show how different each child is and why you shouldn't compare them too much. I'm hoping that since the first little corner of the tooth is now through the gum, life will start to get a little easier for the poor little fellow. He's normally such a happy guy. He almost always has a smile on his face and it's just the cutest grin you've ever seen. I need to go get a portrait done quick before the tooth can be seen when he smiles. I'm so sad that I won't have that darling toothless grin much longer. Its another sign of how big my little guy is getting and how far he's come from that innocent bundle of joy we brought home not even 6 months ago.