Oh, teeth.
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Oh my sweet baby boy. You’ve got two new teeth coming in at once. They must be your one-year molars. Because you are miserable. Last night you cried for hours without stopping. And there’s nothing we can do to make it better. You don’t want to eat. You don’t want to nurse. I held you in my arms and cuddled you and rocked you and you cried and cried and kept putting your fingers in your mouth to feel the sore spots on your gums.Then suddenly, the pain seemed to mysteriously disappear. You stopped crying. I brought you downstairs and gave you some frozen peas. The smiles came back. And you and the dog had a race to gobble up the peas you spilled across the floor.
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