As 16 out of 20 milk teeth had sprouted by 14 months (with the last 8 essentially obliterating all of February and March), I was hoping for a break. Because, you know, everyone keeps telling me, “oh the molars don’t appear until they’re about two”. But no, one of his molars seems to making a break for it now. At 16 months. *Sigh*
So there's lots of this at the moment:
It’s hard. He’s a grumpy, demanding, frantic little ball of toddler misery. He is managing to focus on each toy or activity for precisely 30 seconds before wanting something else, more, different, anything but nothing except for the moon on a stick YESTERDAY. Every request is met with screams, tears, kicking, or all of the above. The bin and the loo are fair game again - are we going back to poking the sockets next?
I try to be patient: he’s in pain. The temperature spikes at night, the wanting to eat but not managing. It sucks, all of it.
It brings out the worst in me too. Can’t help but worry that this grumpy gremlin behaviour is in fact a taster of the Terrible Twos, that he’ll never deign to cooperate again. And this new-found phobia of all things wet and mucky, is that here to stay? Feel bad that I can't cheer him up and, wait, am I even right, what if it isn't teething? And will we ever, EVER sleep again??
Of course this too shall pass, this perfectly ordinary part of raising a young child. I just hope it doesn't take too long, or I will be contacting the Tooth Fairy Complaints Desk.