So as to remind myself next time we go through this (when I will yet again have blocked it out forgotten), I thought I’d write a little update on Baby O’s teething. So far, he has his two front bottom teeth (I know they have a specific name, I just cannot remember for the life of me what it is…). These arrived just after Christmas and just after New Year and I do remember at the time being very glad that they came through as pair so closely after one another. The only thing that I have to go on is a friend reminding me that at the time I had called it “three clingy, grizzly weeks followed by three days of hell”. That’s encouraging…

It now looks as if one or both of his front top teeth will pop through soon. So far, we’ve had a couple of weeks of him just not really being himself. Then the grizzling escalated a couple of days ago, and yesterday afternoon a fever popped up. Baby O has not had a fever before (not a real one, anyway – Husband is apparently an expert on such matters and can list all the times of the day and night when a fever peaks – I just think that these fevers must then have damned good alarm clocks…). Anyhoo, yesterday he had a fever of 38 degrees in the afternoon (not so high, I know), rising to 39 degrees by 8 o’clock yesterday evening. I decamped to our bedroom with him in the early evening with some bedtime story books and settled him down with me for a nap, as he had napped poorly during the day. When Husband came home at 9 o’clock, we were still curled up there. And, yes, I had to admit to Husband that I did like some aspects of his fever just a little: it has turned Baby O into a snuggly, huggy little baby – something you couldn’t accuse him of being before.

Today, we’ve had the same pattern of fever and crying (in fact, sobbing would be more accurate), but, joy of joys, when I applied Bonjela to his upper gums this morning, I felt a definite lump, and certainly larger than in previous days.

Let’s hope that this day two of the “three days of hell”. Please, please, please…

(And, yes, I know that the following teeth will probably only be worse, so the headline is a little dramatic, but that’s how it feels just now. My little boy is so lethargic and quiet and in pain…)