My hatred for teeth started when I was 5 years old and chipped my 2 front shiny new permanent teeth in half. Then, I chipped them in half again when I slipped in the bathtub around age 8, and again at age 12 diving into the shallow end of my neighbor's pool (long story). As an adult, I've had to have teeth pulled, root canals, multiple fillings, you name it. The worst!
I think teeth are terrible, and now even more so because my poor baby is cutting his first tooth. I can feel a little nub coming through his bottom gums, and he is drooling like nobody's business. He wakes up in a puddle almost as big as his head.
Yesterday, he woke up from his nap and would not nurse. He just laid there in my lap and looked up at me crying and acting like he didn't know what to do (this is very unlike him). And this morning, he couldn't fall asleep even though he was so. tired. and clearly needed a nap. He would just lay there, fall asleep for 1-2 minutes, and then wake himself up fussing. I tried to help him get some rest, but it was obvious that he was in pain. This cycle went on for almost an hour until it finally got the best of him and he was able to zonk out for a while.
I've heard terrible, horrible, no-good stories about teething and was hoping & praying that Kyle would have it easy, but it looks as though he's not off the hook. Teething is most definitely a bitch and our journey is just beginning.
