Ryebread was barely eating this weekend and by Sunday he was pretty cranky to boot. We chalked it up to more teeth breaking through, but when he woke up this morning we knew there was something fishy going on. There was no other way to describe Rye other than pathetic. Normally he's very chipper in the morning, goofy even. Playing keep away in his crib and running through the house. This morning he would barely move. Just laid in his crib moaning until I finally picked him up. Then he cried and went limp in my arms like even crying was too much work. I finally got him a teether and laid him down on our bed...my poor pathetic peanut.
We struggled about whether to take him in to daycare, but he didn't have a fever and we got him to eat some food, so we figured he was just having a case of the Monday's. Well - the call came in around noon. Rye was a mess, had bad diarrhea and needed to be picked up.
Never figured out what the problem was. Those big teeth in there must be causing havoc for the rest of Ryebread's body!
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