This is a story about a boy named C. C was a very happy baby most of the time. He loved to play outside, eat gigantic breakfasts, build towers of blocks, and chase his dogs around the house. When C was just three months old, he got his first tooth. It was a tough week for both mommy and baby, and the family learned quite a bit about teething in the process. We bought a lot of teethers and teething remedied, and did our best to keep C comfortable during this tough process.
Over the next few months, C got more teeth, but they never really seemed to bother him. They just sort of showed up one day. And then for months and months there was no change. Just eight teeth with no sign of any others on the way.
Last month, that changed, and C got his first molar. It was clearly very painful, and it was hard for mom and dad to watch their little guy be so miserable. They gave him lots of baby Motrin, cold things to chew on, teething tablets, and smoothies to drink. And now just a few weeks later, there are more on the way. We are back to clinging and whining round the clock, bloody gums, and a very sad little boy. It is so heartbreaking!
Mama does her best to keep C distracted and happy, and she’s reading endless piles of books over and over again if that’s what he wants. She wishes there was more she could do! Her hope is that after this next set of molars comes in, C will return to being a happy little prince, and the household will live happily ever after again.