So, after a few months of teething speculation, the two shiny pearls finally popped through his gums.
Oh my goodness, we just thought they looked like the cutest little additions.
“What a big boy you are!” we cooed at him, tickling him under his little chin.
That night, I sat in our chair and we got ready to nurse, a boy’s most favorite time of his life. And before even one drop entered his mouth, I got the shock of my life as those tiny teeth, once so sweet and new, now turning me into a teether.
“OW!” I yelped!
“WAHHHH!” The Tiny countered.
Then, we both cried.
I pumped and bottle fed after that one, which just about did me in. I am way too lazy to hold a bottle, I guess. I kept testing to see when it was safe to nurse by sticking my finger in his mouth, only to have two razor sharp piranha teeth stab my fingertip. “Ouch!” I whispered, trying not to shock him like last time.
After two days of washing pump supplies while grumbling, he passed the finger test and I tried once again, scared for my life. Lo and behold, I wasn’t turned into a piece of trident, and I finally began to relax.
Now we’re back in the swing of things, and bought the boy a tooth brush for his new toofs!
Do you have any tips, or know if this could happen again as more teeth erupt in that little mouth? I sure hope not!!!