I’m already getting sick of beginning my posts with sorry I’ve been gone, so I’m sure you might also be irked. And, really, WHERE HAVE I BEEN?! I’m certainly not getting invited to The White House or anything.
No, the truth is that I’ve just been plagued by incessant whining and arms raised endlessly toward my face accompanied by what seems to be a PICK ME UP! THE SKY IS FALLING! kind of gaze.
You see, T9 is a slow teether.
And, before him, I didn’t even know there was a difference. I’d read on some blog one time about a woman shaking her jealous fist at those “mothers with kids who cut teeth in a day! GRRR!” or something.
I didn’t know I was enviable. I mean, a teething kid is a teething kid, right?
Well…
Like I said, T9 is a s-l-o-w t-e-e-t-h-e-r.
For example, with his first two…the little front ones on the bottom…I remember seeing that tell-tale white patch one day. Sweet, I thought. They’re right below the surface. He’ll have ‘em out by morning.
Um. Try ONE WEEK later. Dude cut one tooth (out of the pair) for A WEEK.
So far, this has happened eight times. With his eight teeth. And do you know what comes after those first eight?
MOLARS. (!!!)
We’re going on our second month, people. Our second month of CUTTING A TOOTH.
Which, all of this is to say that T9 is pitifully sad as of late. In fact, there are exactly two things that will cheer the boy up:
1. Mama.
2. Dada. (Specifically, Dada’s head-butting.)
Ahem.
You see, my son also appears to be a head-banger.
(But, ah, I think this may be a post for another time.)
Until then, here are the items that seem to have helped with the teething pain:
1. Chilled, sliced watermelon. (Or something similar, like frozen Vodka pops)
2. String-cheese
3. Teething tablets. (Try them yourself! I think they feel numbing.)
4. For the parents, I’d recommend hypno-therapy. Or heavy drinking. Or getting a tattoo. Or, you know, start a blog. BANGING THE KEYS can be therapeutic.
