BarefootinBoston

About 4 months ago, we thought E was teething. He had all the typical signs, drooling, biting, fussing, it must be a tooth?! We were so wrong. He was having incredible issues breastfeeding, and wasn’t getting enough food. Yikes.

Move forward to now. The past few days have been complete hell for me with E. He’s been even more fussy than usual. The whole time I’ve kept my fingers crossed that it was him teething. I was sure I felt some bumps on the bottom front gums. But, I was so willing to chalk it up to teething before, what was I really missing?

Yesterday we were at MJ’s. I figured she must be the know all with teething as her son has SIX teeth (or is it 5?) already at 8 months. She felt around, we both peered in his mouth, and there it was. We could see a little of the tooth, not feel it, but see it.

Later on that night when A came home, I had to run to work so we weren’t able to discuss the tooth situation. When I returned, A told me he could feel it when E was biting his hand. I know! I said. But, after E’s nightly bottle, I was feeling and it had surfaced! A, once again, told me he could feel it (I just assumed he felt it beneath the gums). So our little guy is growing up! I’m not sure what to think of this whole teething thing. My mother said it’s exciting and that he’ll be so cute with it. I just start thinking of him biting me, and then of him marrying someone and not loving me as much anymore. I know, there’s a huge gap in time there, but I find myself whispering to E, you will always love me the most. I want to be getting the most love from him forever, however selfish that may be. There are worse things I could wish for.