And because he was facing away from me and I couldn’t see into his mouth, I stopped trying to block Taylor’s Princess prize and asked my Mom, Hey, look in Luke’s mouth. Are there teeth in there? And she did a little face-to-face investigating and chirped back, YES! He has TWO teeth! And instead of being all, Yea! My son cut his first tooth! I was all, Seriously? SERIOUSLY! Luke! You’ve got to be kidding me! And then I stomped off to the baby aisle to load up on numbing meds.
And here’s why I wasn’t super thrilled about his teeth coming in. Well, two reasons really. One, Taylor’s teething process was an absolute nightmare. She was constantly fussing and crying and irritable. Her nose would run, her diapers would be awful and I would lay down each night with twinges of guilt for double-dosing her with Tylenol just to get a good night’s sleep. And reason number Two that I was slightly annoyed was because my little man was already an aggressive eater as it was. Adding sharpness to it didn’t sound like a lot of fun for me and my body.
And when I called Chris to inform him that his son was one step closer to sharing a steak with him, he gushed and said, Wow. He’s WAY tougher than Taylor was when she was teething! She cried for a whole month leading up to her first tooth. And he was right! Taylor was so fussy while she was prepping those pearly whites to pop, that it was almost more painful waiting for them then when she actually got the teeth. I think I was dosing myself with painkillers as much as she was.
But Luke hadn’t been fussy or at all out-of-sorts in the days before I found those two little prickers. In fact, I had just flown across the country with him strapped to my chest, and he had made zero fuss and had been overall easy throughout our entire journey. And then he just wakes up one morning with teeth. I am starting to feel better and better about our second go-round with teething. Hopefully he makes potty training a much better experience too.
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That smile!
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