Last week, it was surgery. This week it’s four teeth coming in at the same time. Are they the same thing? Not quite. But this kid has been through the ringer.
Two teeth have made their jagged entrance so far and two more are knocking at the gummy door. We tried freezing some wet facecloths, a trick that worked with me and my brother but not my little Finnegan, and Arden gnawed on them (pictured) like a vampire at a hemophiliac’s conference.
He’s getting his teeth so much faster than Finn, but it’s all within the timetable. It’s a reminder that fleeting is the name of the game with kids. Fleeting and bleating.
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