I’ve made no bones about the challenges of a newborn on my blog, but I’m happy to say we’ve now entered a very enjoyable stage!
David has been an absolute delight. He’s been napping on a consistent schedule, sleeping through the night, and offering up a surplus of smiles during the day. On our evening walks, Justin and I often say to each other, “he’s a completely different baby from a few months ago!”
I wondered if we were on the cusp of teething for a little while, but I just wasn’t sure. He was drooling, yes, but it didn’t seem excessive. And he pretty much had no other symptoms.
Last week I noticed him tugging on his ear a bit and rubbing his face. The drool was a steady stream from sun up to sun down and I thought, “and teething begins. . .”
He had a couple difficult evenings in a row, and then on last Friday morning I peeked into his mouth and saw two faint little white lines popping through in his bottom gums.
Yep. The teething has begun.
I feel so. bad. for the little guy. He’s been a little clingy, and tries to stick everything he can in his mouth to chew. I’ve tried gently pushing a little bit on his gums to offer some counter pressure and that seems to soothe him a bit.
Within about 20 minutes of the inital teeth discovery, I was hit with a brutal reality.
My baby is growing up. Fast.
Everyone told me this. I knew it would happen. But it’s almost too fast for me to even realize.
Pretty soon he’ll have a mouth full of pearly whites and be tearing out of the driveway in my mini-van to go hang with his friends who are way cooler than me.
And I’ll long for the newborn days that I so quickly wished would pass.