“Fang” is in the house
So Ryan finally got his first two teeth. We had about 2 weeks of pure hell preceeding the momentous event when that first little tooth popped through. Frequent crying, refusing to sleep in his crib, waking up at all hours of the night and constantly wanting to be held became the norm for him. In fact, we even had to move Ryan’s newborn bassinet back into our bedroom because the pteradctyl-like shrieking whenever we’d put him in his room became much too unbearable. I have officially mastered the art of peeing while holding a 17 pound squirmer.
However, Matt and I survived and Ryan’s first little pearly fang popped up from below the surface of his bottom gum. The second tooth, the first one’s next door neighbor, came in two weeks later. The irony is that they both appear to be slightly crooked. Seeing that I’ve worn braces twice and still have crooked bottom teeth, these twisted teeth aren’t exactly surprising to me. Apparently he takes after his Mama in more ways than just the blonde hair and blue eyes.
Now the challenge that we have is in getting him back into sleeping in his crib. We unfortunately opened Pandora’s box when we brought him into our room to sleep during that awful initial teething period. Now he knows how comfy our bed is and refuses to go back to his room! Ah, the joy of being kicked in the kidney at 2 am by that munchkin. So keep your fingers crossed that we can get him back into sleeping in his own room within the next 18 years. I need my beauty sleep–and really don’t want to get a kidney transplant.