While Abby has had her first set of teeth, the front bottom 2, for a few months now, the top 2 didn’t poke through until just recently. Why do they have to come in multiples, anyway? Forget waterboarding, doesn’t this seem like torture? In any case, this explains the constanty dripping faucet of drool, an incessant need for munching, inflamed gums, waking too many times in the middle of the night to keep track of (and too tired to try), and an I’m mad and I’m not going to take it anymore attitude. And here I thought all of that was just for fun, or to make Mom bonkers. My third kid in and I’m still surprised by the whole teething deal.
Good news: 4 chompers down. Bad news: there’s a mouthful yet to go.