Since enduring two straight years of what I call "Teething Induced Insanity" you'd think I'd be able to recognize a teething baby from miles away.
- Hand attached to mouth
- Hard gum indentations on my nipples
- Drools as deep as the Nile
- Snot central
But alas, all that and what I think is my son teething his heart out at a mere 4 months old and I'm baffled. Maybe it's because my daughter didn't really start TEETHING until around 6-7 months. And so begins my college educated analysis of the situation which includes a Light Iris search of "4-month old teething symptoms does God hate me?"
Is it a cold? Is it a stomach virus with no symptoms? Is he growing? Is he just grouchy?
*Feels gum 14,701 times a day*
I thought that I had
forgotten wiped clean all the memories of my daughter's difficult infancy. I saved the important snippets in her book and left all the ridiculous mind games and confusing developmental milestones in the back of my brain (and on my blog -- you know, so we could all laugh or better, cry, together). But alas, apparently you can't wipe away everything. And so, now that my son has EXACTLY the same teething symptoms as my daughter, I'm still thinking "it's a bad cold" because he's only 4 months.
Damn kids. Why do they have to go and be different? I mean, why would we want life to be easier? Or predictable? Or even comprehendable?
So, here I sit, in a pile of snot and drool, waiting for a little tooth to emerge and trying not to get ticked off (yes, I get little ticked off at my little baby who must be held by mommy 24 hours a day) for not wanting to eat, not wanting to sleep, and blowing snot balls all over my shirt.
I hope this isn't that BS they call "pre-teething."
Or "A Bad Cold."