Dear Peony’s First Tooth,
Welcome to the family! It seems like just yesterday that I was bemoaning the absence of any teeth in 7-month-old Peony‘s mouth (OK, it was just yesterday), and now, 24-hours later, a tooth has broken the surface!
I’m going to assume that was you causing her to cry at 3 a.m. last night, which, in turn caused me to not sleep at 3 a.m. last night. I’ll forgive you for it just so long as it doesn’t happen again, which basically means you need to pass this message along to all of your other little enamel friends waiting beneath the surface. I’d really appreciate it — thanks!
It’s not like I was so anxious to start thinking about tooth care as it applies to Peony. After all, a lifetime of teeth brushing, dentist visits, orthodontists, dental floss, tooth aches, wisdom teeth removal and root canals aren’t exactly something to which most look forward, but it does mean there’s a whole new food world on the horizon.
I’m not going to go crazy just because Peony now has a tooth and start feeding her beef jerky or anything. But the idea of starting to move beyond Earth’s Best mush is just heavenly! We are so sick of the baby food — she of eating me, me of looking at it.
The possibilities are endless! We’re just so glad you’re here. And we’re equally glad that the worst part seems to be over. You know, the worst part about teething, that is. Or, more specifically, the worst part of the first tooth is over. Here’s hoping the next dozen or so break through will relatively little discomfort (or at least not in the middle of the night again, please?). Thanks, and again — welcome! It’s about time.
Photo credit: Meredith Carroll