June 11, 2010

The Curveball Babe

Remember how I wrote about our experiences with teething? For quite some time now, I've been able to see the beginnings of a tooth coming in on the top of Nathaniel's gum. Between the MOMMY, I'M IN PAIN cries and the leaky faucet that is my son's mouth, there's been no way to miss the obvious signs that we are steadily progressing toward the land of meat and potatoes.

To say that I've been watching that tooth for weeks would be an understatement. I have been charting it's every move and willing that tooth to finish coming through the gum WITH EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING. Casual, relaxed mom has turned into TOOTH, I AM GOING TO GIVE YOU TILL THE COUNT OF 3 mom, just waiting for that tooth to cut all the way through the gum line and give my son some measure of relief.

And in the midst of my caffeine-induced watchful state, the unexpected occurred.

As we were wrestling through our recent car seat installation, Nathaniel chomped down on my finger. And my reaction was about as composed and ladylike as a rabid hippopotamus when I felt something sharp on my hand.

It was a TOOTH. A tooth which had CUT THROUGH THE GUM.

And it's on the bottom of his mouth. Leave it to Nathaniel to throw me a curveball!

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