Poor Baby B. As long as I’ve known Barrett, his duds have been drenched. Whether slathered with spit-up or saliva, Barrett’s onesie has been half donesie. Lately though, the pool of drool has increased to mammoth measures and Barrett’s gums are goners.
For the longest time, Barrett had two adorable teeth. The bottom brothers came in just two days apart and were best of friends for months. Eventually, other joined and Barrett boasted seven chompers to chew his chow. Four on top and three on bottom, Barrett’s smile was sweet.
A month and a half ago, on a follow-up appointment with dear Dr. Dek, a tumescent tooth revealed its wrath. As Barrett gave a great, big AHHHH, I saw it. A blue bump sat in the place where soft, pink gums once lived. Dr. Dek said that the gum would grow even more and resemble a blood blister before the molar finally made its debut. Well my friends, since, Barrett has welcomed a fourth bottom incisor, one top canine and is currently manufacturing four molars.
With the tumultuous teething, Barrett seems to be putting up with a ton of pressure in his pretty little head. When I step back and think of how I feel when I have something stuck in between two teeth, I can’t even imagine how much pain this pressure must cause. His always soaked shirt seems to be excessively salivated on and his fingers are turning into raisins from the constant caressing on his gums. I can feel the imprints of two out of four and am hoping for the volcano to erupt sometime soon.
Though it may have cranked up the crankiness a bit, Barrett seems to be dealing with all this quite well although I am just not sure I can handle the tooth. Or teeth.