I sneak into her room, trying to make sure she doesn't see me. There she is, crying with her eyes closed on her tummy. I gave her some tylenol (she's been gnawing a lot) and moved her down in the bed so she wasn't in the corner. As I moved her, her sleeve brushed against my hand. It was wet. Her sleeve was completely covering her hand....and her thumb.
Ahhh...the poor kid had been trying to suck her thumb through her sleeper, all to no avail and finally had to call me for help. I rolled her sleeves up and snuck back out of her room.
I didn't hear from her again until 7:30 this morning, the little stinker.
5 comments:
Oh, poor cupcake. Nat takes a paci, and I've gone in feeling things she tried to suck on, too, before calling for help (but it's been around 3am the last couple nights).
What time does she go down for the night now?
Aw, poor baby! How cute though.
Bless her heart. At least it was something as simple as that.
Poor girl. I'm surprised you can do that without getting caught. Very impressive!
Oh no... poor little cupcake.
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