Its a good thing we don't remember cutting our first set of teeth because from what I can tell, it sucks big time. Charlie, the "if you're going to do it, do it big" kid, is cutting all four of his top teeth at the same time. For real. Right now, the two middle teeth are just white bumps, but the other two are poking out making him look like a little vampire. Of course he won't let me take a picture, but trust me on this. Its adorable.
The problem is the mood swing from beastly screaming banshee to happy giggly cutie pie. You never know what you're gonna get. Teething tablets have been recalled, Baby Orajel now has crazy warnings against using it on babies (yes, I realize the irony), and you should only give Tylenol when things are absolutely unbearable. So at 3am when he's freaking out and only wants to be held? Turn on the coffee pot.
Really though, its not too bad and realistically, it won't last forever. The hardest part of it all is not being able to help. I can hold him, but sometimes he just needs to make it through. Hopefully, these teeth make an appearance soon so we can move on with our lives. Until then? Turn on the coffee pot.
Other times, this is what we get and it melts my heart. :-) Excuse the ridiculous noises I'm making. Whatever floats his boat.