Today was one of those days. Poor little Hugo has a second tooth cutting through and it’s proving traumatic for all involved.

This morning Hugo was so unhappy – cuddle him, he’d cry. Pop him in the bouncer, he’d cry. Try to soothe him to sleep, he’d cry. Try to breastfeed him, he’d cry. Try to feed him his beloved fruit puree, he’d cry. Poor poppet. He was truly miserable and exhausted after an unsettled night. Nothing could calm him down – paracetamol, ibuprofen…nothing.

By midday I was at my wit’s end, so I rugged him up against the horrible weather, popped him into the pram and pushed him to our local shopping centre. Half an hour later, no crying but still no sleep.

I grabbed a coffee and some sushi for lunch and started the walk home. It was thoroughly miserable and, by the time we were half-way back, I was sure we were going to be rained on. Thankfully we stayed dry. There was some sunny wattle flowering though, made all the more joyful by the fact we had a top of 11°C (51°F) today.

Of course, Hugo fell asleep with five minutes to go. Of course!  I wonder how kids know how to time themselves so accurately?

I somehow got the pram inside without waking the baby and turned off the heating so he didn’t swelter in his multiple layers. And he woke up 15 minutes later. Of course! So then we had tears and an unhappy boy for the rest of the afternoon.

We declared tonight a take-away night and Alex grabbed some teething gel while he was out collecting dinner. And it has worked. Thank goodness (and why didn’t I think to buy some when I was out today?)!

At least I have a new knitting project on the way. I’ve made my first attempt at a provisional cast on. It may have taken me a good hour last night staring at youtube and a few attempts at tying myself in knots, but I’m quietly confident that I’ve pulled it off. We shall see.

Now, I’m hoping we’re not in for one of those nights.