And so we have teeth. Two to be precise, that popped up exactly when Baby M turned 6 months old. What timing. It was clear they were coming as she was salivating like no tomorrow, was particularly grouchy and wanted to knaw on everything she touched. Including the ramp on her cot.
I had prepped for this moment by buying Bonjela gel and saving all the teething toys from my first born. The rubbery triangle that goes in the freezer was a particular favourite.
With the toddler, his first teeth just popped up overnight and apart from salivating lots, there wasn’t really much crying. We did get caught out at 10 months though when a new tooth started to pop out just as we began a holiday in rural Sardinia. He started crying like no tomorrow because of the pain around midday, of course just after the local pharmacy had shut for a three-hour lunch break. I had stupidly forgotten the Bonjela and Nurofen for babies back home. It was awful. But the little trouper persevered until 3pm when we charged into the pharmacy ready to stock up.
We can’t imagine how painful it must be for them when those little teeth start protruding. The sad little faces, confusion as to what is happening and the tears are heartbreaking. Cue lots of cuddles and kisses. Mollars are a particular b**** but by then, they are bigger and you can give them lots of other little treats. For now, the nurofen is in the cabinet, the bonjela is at the ready and our life-saving rubber triangle is back in the freezer waiting patiently for its next soothing venture.
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