But...there are other, more important things, occupying my time.
This stinker has a tooth!!! Not even six months, and a tooth popped through. Ada was older than that. On Sunday afternoon he was chewing on my finger (what can I say? He loves it), and I felt something sharper than a gum, and, sure enough, there it was. Maybe that explains some of the fussiness, and his love to chew on anything and everything.
In other John news, though the cardiologist said that his heart was all clear, John continues to get so upset and hold his breath (and it's more than just holding his breath, but it's so hard for me to really describe it), so the pediatrician has now referred us to the neurologist. I still feel fairly certain that the doctor is going to say that everything is just fine, but it will be a relief to actually know that for sure. From the get go, none of this seemed heart related, but I can understand how the brain might be involved, so I am a tad bit more nervous about this doctor visit, but relieved to go and get it all checked out.