PTSD?

Nick has been kinda of fussy the last couple days and we noted a large amount of drool oozing from his tiny baby oral cavity.  He as also been a bit snotty.  Putting 2 and 2 together we probed his mouth and are pretty certain that he is being gifted by his first teeth, soon that is.  He will wake up for a few seconds while sleeping cry and fall back asleep. I feel so sorry for him, other then massaging his tiny gums, giving chilled things to teeth on, and infant tylenol, there really isn't a whole lot I can do.  This leads me to considering PTSD - Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

We don't remember our early years, for good reason.  For most of us, the first few moments in the world is spent being hurled from our mothers wombs in a very brutal manner.  Just ask Patrick, he saw Nick come forth into the world and he will admit it was the weirdest thing ever.  Then you spend the next couple years with your butt swimming in your own poop and urine.  Sure, someone "hopefully" does change your diaper but still if you think about it...icky!  You are totally dependent on others, your on a whole an invalid.  You can't walk, you can only communicate by random various oral excursions of sound, mostly variations of screaming, and many people staring at you either while you sleep, eat, and so on.  It is all incredibly creepy and weird when you think about it.  Then there is the teething, wetting the bed, shots, and all those delicious little things you work on that will eventually turn you into a perfect member of society, hopefully.  Go figure we don't remember our early childhood, poor Nicky, if he could remember his little bicuspids busting through his thin skin in his mouth, that could cause great mental trauma.  Just watching him suffer through this, makes me so very sad,  and there really isn't a whole lot I can do about.