Those teeth…those pesky teeth! Your dad or your mom probably bugged you relentlessly to clean them and floss them and avoid getting sticking things on them. Why were they so worried?
I think I understand now! Beebo has been working on growing teeth, namely the “2-year” molars, since she was almost 18 months old….six weeks later, we have nary to see a cusp peeping out or even a red bump on the gum.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Why won’t they finally break through? This process is excruciating since her appetite has practically disappeared and she doesn’t sleep as well…and there are no other medical or physical issues to account for this misery besides “teething.” As a result of this period of misery, I will try my darndest to keep her teeth perfect! I don’t want to have to deal with extraneous dentist visit after the era of teething comes to an end. At least when she grows her second set (Thanks Dr. Seuss) she’ll know about the tooth fairy and the “fringe benefits” of losing a tooth.
But, alas, I don’t think she’ll remember any of this bloodless tooth rupture torture. Thank goodness!
