Alex and I have two very different tolerance levels when it comes to Aiven's crying.
Alex can handle it. I cannot. I hate hearing my baby boy cry. Especially if there is something I know can be done to alleviate his discomfort.
For example, feeding time. Aiven gets impatient if the food is not shoveled into his mouth quick enough. Only a spoon laden with food aimed squarely at his wide-open mouth can halt the histrionics. Before you think I am starving my child, please consider he is 8 months old, 20+ pounds and 29 inches long. He eats 3-5 times a day, around 5-8 oz. each time. And I nurse him.
When Alex feeds Aiven, he will let him freak out for a moment while he drinks water, day dreams, or reads during one of Aiven's rare pauses in the feeding frenzy. This drives me up a wall. When I feed Aiven, I am 100% focused on the task at hand, guiding food into the bottomless pit that is his stomach. If I detect even the hint of a grimace I start singing, dancing, or give him some puffs -- whatever it takes to prevent the tears.
So here we are, presently dealing with teething. I have some homeopathic teething tablets I have been using. But I don't have that many and need to ration them (they have been momentarily taken off the market). Since I don't want to over-use them and my son is screaming in pain, my next step would be some Children's Tylenol (hmm, also taken off the market; another government conspiracy?). But my husband only wants to use it as a last resort.
However, he is going out today and leaving me with a baby who will be screaming as if he were being tortured. I want to use the Tylenol. I don't think there is a purpose in waiting for the "last resort scenario". My child is in PAIN!
I feel stuck between a tooth and a hard place. And I am so frustrated with my husband -- he is leaving me with our son who is not feeling well while disapproving of the method I want to use to make him feel better. I think HE should stay home and deal with the crying and let ME go prancing around town doing cool stuff. Grrr!