The Agony of Da Teeth


The young master has for the better part of two weeks now been working on pushing through some teeth.

And by some I mean 4.

Yes, making up for some perceived lost time, he is shooting forth (if I can use shooting for such an interminable process) his “Central Incisors” (for the fancy-schmancy terms, see chart above).

And I am thinking that teeth, like hair, must do the most of their growing at night because that seems to be when we hear about it the most.  So for two nights running we have been doing our best to soothe and this has involved a LOT of FREQUENT night nursing as well as walking and doses of Tylenol.

But when you are even more sleep-deprived than usual (which is hard to believe that it can be possible to be and still be alive), well, then you think lots of strange thoughts long abouts 1:18 in the ack emma while you are trying to get your crying baby to just ignore that horrible cutting pain and go to sleep already.

Often these thoughts involve said baby. Last night’s particular laundry list centered around his well-baby check up on Monday; to wit:

She asked what the newest thing he has learned was. but he hasn’t learned anything new, really, I mean he’s not crawling yet. why is he not crawling? He doesn’t even TRY to crawl. What if there’s something wrong with him. I think there must be something wrong.

And she asked if he’s pulling himself up but he’s NOT and she didn’t say anything…was it because there’s something WRONG and she doesn’t want to worry us. There must be something wrong. I’m sure there is.  And she asked if he recognizes words but he doesn’t or does he? How do I know?  What if he has a problem? 

I told her he waved ‘bye bye’ last week…once…he did it one time…but she wasn’t thrilled. Should he be waving bye-bye all the time by now?  He’s not walking or crawling or talking or getting into a sitting position or pulling himself UP or cooking omelets or offering to clean or ANYTHING. WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY BAAAABEEE????

So, you know how it goes.

And of course, he’s fine and I’m fine, I mean mostly fine or will be, maybe someday.

In the meantime, that noise you’ll be hearing tonight is the gnashing of teeth…mine…and Miles’s, both of us together.

Good times! 


4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. The Mom
    Jul 11, 2008 @ 09:13:19

    Babies can only work on one thing at a time. For the past month he has been working on cutting not one, not two, not three, but FOUR teeth all at once. He has not had time to focus on any other new skills. (Remember that Kelly was TWO before she walked, and now she’s a paralegal.)


  2. ~m
    Jul 11, 2008 @ 10:34:44

    Actually, I know the teeth thing isn’t motor development-related and he HAS had lots of development verbally and inching towards crawling but it isn’t the dramatic presto-change-o that his MAMA would like to see 😉


  3. Lisa
    Jul 13, 2008 @ 06:04:52

    The only people who’ll see dramatic presto-chango are the people who don’t see him regularly.

    This may/may not help at night, but I ended up using a vibrating teether for Emma–it was the only thing that helped her (when they bite on it, it vibrates). I still see them in the store and get them as shower gifts. They are usually a blue or green star shape. They have a non-replacable battery, and I think Emma may have gone through two in the course of teething.


  4. ~m
    Jul 13, 2008 @ 09:24:39

    Hm, thanks Lisa. We have one but I didn’t think about trying that at night. I will, tho!!


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