It's at times like this I wish babies were born with a full set of teeth.
I think after 2 or 3 years I had managed to block out the full horror of teething.
The whinging. The crying. The screaming.
Blocked it out like a bad dream. Or a nightmare. But no, it wasn't a nightmare. It was a reality.
And it's back!
Yes, my lovely little happy chappy is starting to cut his first tooth. He's only just (a month or so ago) managed to cope with his new digestive system and that pesky menace known as wind. Now he has another demon to cope with. Bloody teeth.
He's still happy enough but then occasionally the pain will come and he looks at me and screams in horror. Tired and hungry cries I can cope with but the cry of pain cuts right through me. All I can do is be there for him with cuddles, teethers, powders and Anbesol liquid. I know it's only going to get a lot worse.
|Have some of that Sophie, you squeaky bitch!|
Of course, the first major disturbance of his sleep happened the night I blogged about what a great sleeper he was. Then I had to go and face a Baby Sensory class the next morning bleary-eyed. What did TC do half way through the class? He fell asleep, naturally.
Anyway, Sophie La Girafe is taking a bit of a hammering. The squeak is driving me a little nuts. I was kind of hoping he'd chew it that much that the squeak would dislodge within a matter of minutes - that's what used to happen when our old dog Betty got her gnashers on a new squeaky toy.
He's exclusively breastfed still and a few days ago he bit me. Not once, not twice, but 3 times. Yes 3!
He hasn't done it since. Now when he gets a pain when he's feeding he turns his head and bites my arm. Needless to say my arm has become a massive source of comfort for him.
At least my arm doesn't squeak.