I took this picture this afternoon, as Michael lay in my arms, crying in pain and frustration.
I was trying to be quick, so that I could get back to my futile attempts to make him feel a bit better, and I couldn't really get in close enough. Thus, it's not particularly clear or well-lit, and doesn't remotely showcase the horror that is Michael's gum line right now. Which, by the way, bruised as it still is, actually looked much better today than the day before. My poor baby boy. How terribly unfair it all seems. :(
So, as you can see, we're smack in the middle of Teething Hell. Again. Michael's had a
couple of rough days and (especially) nights of it, which means that
the rest of us have, too. Tom and I have been doing our best to soothe
him with occasional doses of Tylenol and teething drops, cuddles,
snuggles, gum rubs, and offerings of chewable toys, but one quick glance
at the state of his mouth is enough to indicate to me that he must be
in quite a bit of constant discomfort. It's that top-left central
incisor that seems to be the instigator of all of the trouble, and
here's what I have to say to that Big Meanie:
it with the nudging, inching, readjusting, noncommittal, back-and-forth
whatever-action you've got going on in there! You're turning my baby's
gums a shocking shade of purple, and they're swollen and bruised. For
months now, we've seen the faintest evidence of your existence just
beneath the surface of the gum, only to find, in the next day or two,
that you've burrowed back to wherever it is you came from like the
coward that you are.
Come out already,
and do it soon. And remember this: some day, in the not-too-distant
future, it will be your time to be replaced by a bigger, kinder tooth.
When that day comes, you'll drop out of your cozy position, into the
world beyond, and you'll be at my mercy. See to it that I'm not still
feeling so resentful that you find yourself taking a long dip in a nice,
tall glass of Coca-Cola.
Take a pointer from your sister-tooth, Left-hand Lower Lateral Incisor.
She snuck in like a ninja, and it was only just today that I noticed
the very edge of her head peeking through Michael's gum line. Her
entrance was quiet and unassuming, and as a proper tooth-breakthrough
One Desperate, Overprotective Mama Bear