Sasha is eight months and nine days old. She is cranky. She drools until her chin is red and chapped. She chews on anything within range of her menacing gums with the intensity of a homeless beaver with winter knocking at the door.
In short, she has all the symptoms of teething. But she has NO TOOTH.
This is not surprising. Neither her father nor I cut our first tooth until about her age. And being that she is still primarily breastfed, I suppose I should be particularly grateful. But... she has shown these symptoms of teething off and on since she was three months old! We are approaching half a year of toothless agony for the poor child!
We check her gums for a pearly little glimpse of enamel once or twice every day. The ordeal involves one parent pinning her down, while the other one probes behind her lips with a numble finger, trying to do her no harm despite her thrashing head. She does not enjoy the tooth-checking process. Once her first tooth appears, I am sure we will become less interested in the precise timing of subsequent teeth.
All in good time, I suppose. It's hard to be patient, though, when it's your kid who won't stay asleep at night unless you dope her up full of Tylenol.
My kitchen is: sparkling and spotless! Thank you, FlyLady!
Posted by andrea at January 29, 2003 10:23 PM