A week ago, Babykins came down with a runny nose. This was followed by a cough, an inability to sleep, and severe grumpiness. These were the same symptoms she had with her last two colds, so we gave her a few doses of Tylenol, a lot of cuddles, and waited it out.
Within a couple days, however, we discovered that this time it was different...Babykins had a tooth! After falsely announcing Babykins' first tooth twice before, though, I was hesitant to announce this one. Even after Hubbykins and I could both see and feel the tooth (in case you weren't sure, sticking your finger into the mouth of a baby with a new tooth will promptly result in getting bitten), I still didn't want to say anything. What if this ended up being a false alarm, too? What if the tooth somehow went back into her gums? I could never live down a third tooth fiasco.
And I'm glad I waited, because it turns out Babykins wasn't getting a tooth. She was getting teeth! Yesterday, she flashed me a big smile and to my surprise, both of her bottom front teeth were through! Because I'm sleep deprived, I forgot my own warning and promptly stuck my finger in her mouth...at which point she bit me with TWO teeth!
We've waited months for Babykins to get her first tooth, and Hubbykins and I are very excited. We're also a bit sad, though. As much as we enjoy watching Babykins' new found zest for chewing food, we'll miss that sweet, toothless grin.
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