The Babe is two days shy of seven months old, and for the past week or so, has been the biggest crabby pants you have ever met. He keep crying, but it's not like sad or hungry crying. It's like he's just bitching. Bitch bitch bitch whine complain bitch bitch whine. Pick him up and hold him - more bitching. Put him down on the floor with his toys - more bitching. Feed him some smooshed up bananas - he shuts up for two seconds, then starts the bitching again.
He looks fine. He doesn't look sick. No fever. No diaper rash. No spitting up.
The only other logical explanation is teething. He's drooly, and he chews on everything, but I kept rubbing his bottom gums and there was no sign of teething. The gums aren't swollen or soft; there's no telltale lump where a tooth is coming. His bottom gums feel like they did the day he was born. There is nothing going on down there.
Then, yesterday, I noticed something that completely threw me off. He was lying in my arms on his back, and he was, as usual, bitching and complaining. I happened to look into his mouth as he whined, and there on the top gum is a beautiful white pearl of a tooth, just thisclose to popping through.
If you don't have children (or if you aren't a dentist) this might not strike you as terribly freakish. But it is. Babies are supposed to get their first teeth on the bottom. Just like they're supposed to roll over before they sit up. It's THE RULE.
But my child does not, apparently, follow the rules. I hope this isn't a trend.
My Mom Body (aaay_macaroni)
4 days ago