You’ll have to pardon me today if I seem a bit incoherent or if my typing is somewhat sloppy. It was a tough day yesterday due to these two little white things:
Yes, they’re exactly what they look like – TEETH.
We should have known they were coming since we’ve seen a lot of drool lately (notice the chin and the wet shirt).
There’s also been a lot of gnawing of the hands, feet, and pretty much anything else that will fit into his mouth.
Even still, we didn’t think he’d get two at one time - you’ve got to feel for the little guy.
I would imagine that it’s quite painful. That’s probably why he did a fair amount of crying and giving me blank stares like this. It’s sad because he’s normally quite cheerful and happy but he just wasn’t himself.
Good thing Daddy was there to help comfort him.
I know it’s a rite of passage and that everyone has to go through it, but it’s been a while since I’ve experienced it myself (try 38+ years), and I could sure use some advice.
How do you help a little one who’s teething?