Our previously cute, happy and lighthearted 8 month old has this week been taken away by the fairies and replaced with a grisly, whining, dribbly little monster as his baby teeth erupt from his gums like that scene in Superman where his fortress emerges from the snow and ice.
Except Kal-El’s fortress of solitude finished emerging in a few seconds, whereas Ben’s incisors seem to move but a millimetre each day, yet the pain seems to last the entire time. The result is our poor little fella is miserable all day, and we feel guilty for giving him calpol in a BA Baracus “I ain’t getting on no plane, fool” stylee.
And this is only the first tooth. Does it get easier or can we expect such bedlam for each and every tooth that appears??
February 5th, 2007 at 8:35 pm
I’m afraid this is just the start mate. Ellie is two now and she still has a couple of big old molars to go.
February 5th, 2007 at 10:48 pm
Hehe then it’s as I feared. It seems that teething is fairly random, some days he is fine and others, his cheeks are bright red and he wines like crazy. Sounds like I have another 15months of it to go then…