In a word, that describes Spence. His two front teeth are slowly making their way in. I mean slowly. They must be close, because he is an irritable little man. Lots of screaming and crying and generally being fussy. He also wants to be held all the time - by me. It's sweet, but (and I'm sure I'll regret saying this in the future), a bit tiring (to clarify, he wants to be held, but then uses his full strength to push against me or he bites or pinches my shoulders and arms...so, it's not cuddling with a sweet sweet baby).
Hoping that these teeth come in soon. The bottom teeth took a good two weeks (probably three) before Spence calmed back down. I really hope the next teeth aren't as tough. I'm assuming that the next teeth will be easier because other teeth will have paved the way. If this assumption turns out to be false, molars are going to be a blast!
Hoping that these teeth come in soon. The bottom teeth took a good two weeks (probably three) before Spence calmed back down. I really hope the next teeth aren't as tough. I'm assuming that the next teeth will be easier because other teeth will have paved the way. If this assumption turns out to be false, molars are going to be a blast!
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