A tale of two teethies

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times......

Either way you want to look at it, my baby has teeth. And if you have ever nursed a child, you know what I'm talking about. If you haven't, then the rest of this entry will probably be way more information than you really wanted to know.

I've known it was coming for a few months now. First there was the constant drooling. Oh the drooling! Who knew one little creature could drool so much!? We could always tell where he had been because he always left a snail trail of drool around the house. Then there were the irritable evenings and fevers. Then there was that first time. Those of you who know, already know what I'm about to say. I sense you cringing just at the thought.

There's that first time which comes when you least expect it....

(MUNCH!)

EEEOOUUUCCCCHHH!!!!

That scream, by the way, will scare the bee-jee-bees out of your 3 year old who is sitting next to you.

Let me explain what the next few seconds are like for those who have no clue what I'm talking about. As you sit there wailing back and forth mumbling some kind of inaudible naughty words, the child suddenly develops lock jaw. Nothing and I mean nothing seems to loosen the grip.

And the pain! This shooting pain starts around the chest area and travels to your toes hitting every nerve on the way down. One day, my husband came close to understanding what it feels like. I heard him screaming like a baby so I looked over to see our little "munch"kin using his leg as a chew toy and pulling his leg hairs out at the same time.

That's pretty close.

Two teeth have now become four. We've affectionately nicknamed him Spongebob. Still nursing too. Masochistic? Probably. I have had to come to the understanding that I nurse at my own risk. I just hope that the twitching jitters I get everytime he nurses will go away once he weans. I would hate to think that they are permanent. Unlike my sagging body parts which I'm pretty sure are.....permanent.