There are some things I’m so thankful that I don’t remember going through as a baby. Teething is one of them.
Poor baby Siler is cutting his two front teeth. He is a crank pot right now, and he’s been drooling nonstop like that dog in the Tom Hanks movie “Turner & Hooch.”

I really feel for the little guy. I know how painful it is when I’ve accidentally bitten my jaw, so I know having teeth slowly pierce through gums has to excruciating. It’s like a stabbing from the inside out. I cringe just thinking about it.

I’m giving Siler teethers to chew on in an effort to subside some of his pain. I’ve discovered the best teether is pizza crust. It’s functional, and it tastes great, too. When he is particularly uncomfortable, I give him Tylenol and rub some baby Oragel on those achy gums.

It’s hard to predict how the day will go. Teething interrupts typical bedtime and nap schedules, waking my little boy early from his peaceful slumber.

I also never know when a sudden mood change will hit. He can go from happily playing with toys in the floor to bursting into tears at a moment’s notice. As a woman, I can relate. It’s a lot like a bad case of PMS. However, teething symptoms can’t be treated with chocolate.

Unfortunately, there’s not much I can do about it. I’m sure this is just one in a series of “growing pains” he’ll experience in life, and I’ll be helpless to stop. I can’t prevent the pain, but my job as his mom is to comfort him as he goes through it. I just pray Siler’s little chompers come in soon.

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