Knife in my heart

Jack cried and slept fitfully last night. Joe dosed him with motrin around 2 and then we (meaning Jack & I) got maybe 2 hours of decent sleep. I was pretty dead today. The poor guy had a horrid day, as well.

I don’t expect greatness from tonight. He cried/screamed/bawled/etc. when he woke up for a diaper change about 20 minutes ago. Broke my heart!

This tooth business is excrutiating.

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