Teething

...can bite me

Ha ha ha ha, pun intended and no, please don't bite me.

According to my mom, teething just wasn't a big deal for any of us. Of course, she sardonically adds that we were hollering all the time anyway, so it was no different when teeth were coming through.

Stephan's side of the family...is another matter altogether. 

They get teeth early and they get a bunch at once, and EVERYONE is miserable. 

Of course, Kate didn't start getting teeth until she was ten months old, and then she had pretty much all of her teeth by 14 months. Worst. Four months. Ever. How many kids do you know have all their teeth BEFORE they start walking? Ibuprofen and numbing gel (yeah yeah, I know but it was the only way anyone got sleep!) is how we survived.

Livia started teething at six months, and everyone's suffering has been no different, but there have been plenty of "that happens?" along the way. Like the time she was working on molars, and one of them cut through at a baby-sitter's house, and there was BLOOD. Blood with teething? THIS IS A THING?! Luckily, the baby-sitter was somehow related to a pediatric dentist and she texted said relative, and pediatric dentist relative said, "yes, this happens" Let me tell you, receiving a text saying that your baby's gums are bleeding during therapy is pretty awesome. 

Molars are old news now, and currently, Livia is working on canines.

All of them. At once. OF COURSE.

It is 1:30 in the morning, and I have a non-sleeping baby on my lap because of teething. 

I'm convinced that my children have to have all of their teeth before they start sleeping through the night.

Oh, and have you seen those articles that try to tell parents that teething actually doesn't hurt babies? That parents just like to blame fussiness on things? Hey experts who write those articles, want to come stay up with my toddler while she screams her head off because her teeth hurt? You're more than welcome, and no, I won't pay you. But my daughter sure is adorable, so that should be payment enough. 



Ooooh, Livia, it's a good thing you are so darling, beautiful, sweet, giggly, and fun. You've been keeping me on my toes since you were in utero, but I love you anyway. 

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