The Culprit

The doctor called me back yesterday and wanted to see Eden, so I left work early, met up with Bryan (Eden was with Angela at home - Tuesday is Bryan's working day) and we picked her up. As we were in the apartment getting her ready to go we both felt her gums - they did feel a little bit swollen but it's hard for us to know what we're feeling for.

Our regular doctor, Dr. M, was out of town so we saw her partner, Dr. S - who was thorough, just like Dr. M. She examined Eden, who had a slight fever, and determined that it was not an earache (thank goodness - I was envisioning multiple earaches and tubes - I know people who've gone through that and it does not sound fun). When she felt her gums, she said, "Oh, that's the problem. There's a little tooth that just peeked through."

Yes, folks, somewhere between home and the doctor's office yesterday, my baby got a tooth.

It explains so much, and honestly just knowing that there is a purpose for the screaming, being able to give it a name, feels better. And Dr. S gave us some homeopathic medicine (I'll have to post the name later), and said to use it and Motrin before bed. There's a second tooth just about to pop up, so we're probably in for it for a little bit longer.

But last night she slept from 8:30-5:30. I'll take it. :)

Thanks for all your help, guys. You're so wise.