The Coxsackie virus.
(I know, that last one's not technically a "T.")
The trifecta of new teeth, new self-propulsion abilities, and new challenges to Finn's immune system has slowly and then suddenly crept up on my younger son for the last three weeks. It hit a peak (valley?) this weekend when the virus denied us our planned trip to New Jersey and the incoming teeth and attempts at crawling denied us our sleep--any sleep--on Friday night.
I think the tooth pain is now ebbing, but the determination to crawl (and he really can crawl--mostly backwards on his belly, but sometimes forward and all the way up past his knees onto his FEET) is still waking him up twice a night and roughly every 25 minutes of a nap in the crib.*
As for the virus, the fever's gone but who knows what softer symptoms the kid continues to cope with.
I know this is a theme lately, but Will was so different. His first tooth came weeks AFTER he started to crawl, in his eighth month; we don't have a clue how to handle the disruption of tandem teething and crawling. Oh well, here's to things looking up next week.
*I find that nothing really interrupts his sleep when he's napping in the Ergo, which is probably because of how swaddled-ish he is, and that's wonderful but COME ON KID, you are almost six months old. It is time for some consistent napping!**
**To which Will says: HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA. You fool.