A big and hearty welcome to my new readers.
As lovely as it is to meet you all, I do feel the pressure is on a bit now. Rather than ranting anonymously into the abyss, I realise I should probably put a bit of thought into attempting to be witty and engaging since ‘coming out’ on Facebook.
|Not the face of a happy child|
Teething undoubtedly gets worse the older they get.
…Or maybe it just seems that way because they can now stand at the top of the stairs acting like a toddler possessed; red faced, articulating their pain in to very loud and repetitive words and refusing to swallow calpol. But I don’t remember the fever when she teethed as a baby. I actually don’t remember a lot though; I couldn’t tell you when she got her first set, or any, all I can tell you with certainty is that it was after eight months as I was not breastfeeding at the time, luckily.
This is not something I’m really looking forward to this time around. I’m fairly certain that feeding a teething baby being painless is another breastfeeding lie that you’ll hear. I’ve friends that have been used as chew toys (wince).
As design flaws go, it’s not quite as bad as the digestive system of a newborn baby, or the whole being really bloody tired but not being able to just close their sodding eyes and go to sleep thing, but it’s definitely up there.
How we have survived as a species I genuinely don’t know. Nature seems intent on making babies and small children suffer and in turn parents have to put up with a lot of crap. I can’t imagine a couple of caveparents dealing with this; they didn’t even have Bonjela in those days. I wonder if they just hit the kids round the head with a club? Or themselves, until they could no longer hear the constant whinging? Perhaps that’s the solution? Perhaps.
In the end she spent the night in bed with me.
This hasn’t happened since she was months old and now I vividly recall why. As bedfellows go, she is pretty appalling; sweaty and prone to nocturnal outbursts. Being repeatedly kicked in the crotch all night isn’t much fun, you heard it here first.
Still, these are the last ones. The molars. We are on the home stretch.
Except of course in four years or so when they are all going to fall out and the permanent teeth come through of course. But I’ve heard that’s not as bad (please?!). After that, we’re home and dry.
Oh wait. The baby hasn’t got his first tooth yet…