So….everyone needs teeth! I get that. The first few teeth that pop out of your baby’s are so adorable that you almost forget the sleepness nights and crankiness that comes with it. The cute nuzzling, and constant hand chewing is a reminder that baby is dealing with alot too. The months roll by and more teeth emerge – and you start to think that you are home free. You start to believe that the teethies have decided to be nice and pop up without making too much of a fuss.
Suddenly, without so much as a single red flag, all hell breaks loose and suddenly you are being ambushed by a chubby 14 month old who lures you with the promise of a kiss only to chomp on you instead – with the few teeth he does have! Your cute dresses and tights show tell tale signs of teething – and the strategically, toddler high holes are always in the most awkward places (and are usually pointed out by strangers or collegues in the middle of a crowd or meeting).
You search high and low for those trusted amber beads (that you thankfully did not give away) and you feel like Rocky when you finally do find them in that abandoned hospital baby bag you now use to store old toys in. You vow to keep them by your side until baby turns 18 (you never know when the wisdoms will make their move)! You discover that teething biscuits do nothing at this stage, and that baby might actually be developing a liking to the teething gel of the week. Sleepness days turn into sleepless weeks and the people at work start asking you why you look like a raccoon. But still you keep your composure, you gather your strength to keep rubbing those gums, you keep allowing chubbo to chew your cheek hoping it will bring him some relief.
And then the tooth emerges!!! You do the dance of joy in the middle of a busy store – mostly because your reflexes are a little delayed due to the tiredness. Chubbo laughs and shows that new tooth and all is well.
Weeks fly by and all seems well but every night you check that the amber necklace and gels are within reach. You restock the country carrots and ice lollies and you brace yourself for the 2 year milestone. See, this time you are prepared!!! You are not just a mum – you are a mum of 2, you know everything!
Then you get home one day and baby number 1 is in tears. She’s inconsolable and you immediately grab her amber beads just in case those pesky wisdoms are making their move (she’s 6- it might happen). You ask her what’s wrong and she tells you that everyone in her class has lost a tooth, except her. You roll your eyes as you hug her wondering when this tooth issue would end. You assure her that her teeth would loosen naturally and that pretending to slip and fall into a wall would not make things happen any quicker.
She tells you all about the wonders of the tooth fairy, and how she cannot wait to start loosing her baby teeth. You think back to the sleepness nights and holey clothes. You start to think irrational thoughts like how the tooth fairy really does need a talking to – all that hardship and she just gets the glory….and the tooth!
But then you look at your babies – one just starting out, and one on her way to double digits and you realise that teething is just another way of letting you know that moments pass by too quickly.
So you feel her tooth and pretend that you feel it moving. You rub his gums and let him nibble your finger – and you squeeze them just a little longer – breathing in the essence of the moment.
You cry a little that night thinking of how the days turned into weeks and how the weeks have become years.
And you sigh to yourself missing the sleepness nights and the drooly kisses already and thinking “It’s too soon for adult teeth….too soon.”