Asher had an off week. Guys, he's usually the happiest baby you'll ever meet, but this week, he was hot and cold, on and of all. week. long. After a couple days of this and no real signs of illness (no runny nose, no puking, no fever, no rashes, no appetite loss, no teething, no nothing), I started to worry just a little bit because my boy is never this grumpy for this long.
I mean, I've seen Grey's Anatomy. I know that what seems like the hiccups is actually a killer. I know this, people. Like I said, I've seen Grey's Anatomy. I know how this works. (Except that I don't.)
So I polled Facebook. Obviously. And like a total freak show of a mom, I had mothers from all over cyberspace confirming what I'd suspected, which was that he was fine. I diagnosed my babe with growing pains and promptly went to Target to buy my babe some Motrin.
Last night he slept like a champ and today he was all smiles. Phew. Crisis averted, folks. Crisis averted. Turns out all he had was nothing that a little love and Motrin couldn't cure.