Seabass has cut his first tooth. Bottom right. And he ain’t happy.
Last night he awoke around 1am for the first time in a long time and cried like a stuck pig until I swooped in to comfort him. Then he had two extremely short and fitful naps. And then, as he cried with a wide open mouth, I spied a little nub of white sprouting from his gums. Then I did the finger confirmation: it felt like a little rock coming through the flesh. At last! This baby’s got teefers! (Oh, how Jake hates it when I say “teefers.”)
Wanna know the benefit of having a generally fussy baby? When he’s teething, you sorta can’t tell! No, I jest. Taking care of this demanding little boy is still tough, but having something to blame makes it somehow easier to bear.
Here’s to 19 more.