We had our first aborted outing today - a birthday party for two of Violet’s cousins. We arrived with her in good spirits, but within an hour, Linda and I were in a bedroom, looking at each other and hoping the other could figure out why Violet was crying, and crying hard. She kept looking at each of us, red-faced and wide-mouth wailing, eyes questioning, “Why aren’t you helping me?” It brought to mind when she was in the hospital, crying and looking to us for some sort of help, but at least then we knew what was wrong. Tonight, we at first thought it might be gas, or maybe too many people, but we eventually arrived at teething pain. A finger to suck on, freshly dipped in ice water, calmed her for a bit, but it didn’t take long for us to realize that we were to be the first ones going home. And when we walked in the door and woke her up to take her out of her car seat, she was all smiles and soft coos. Maybe the nap on the car ride home made her feel better. Maybe the teething pain subsided. Maybe she's just socially constipated like her parents.
168 days old