Yep, on the 12th of September, Baby ‘A’ was born. We didn’t do a big party or anything like that, because daddy is gone with some special training for a while. We are saving the big party stuff for when daddy gets back home. Before DH left he was a little sad, because he already miss the birth (being deployed), and now was missing the 1st birthday. But, that’s the army life for you. You get used to it. At least he will be home for our oldest R’s 5th birthday in October! DH is extremely excited, because he has missed her past 2 birthdays (deployment and special schools/training).
So on Baby A’s birthday I thought she would get to eat a cupcake for the first time. I was so excited, and ‘R’ helped me make some delicious little cakes.
Little did I know that a HUGE teething milestone would be hit on that day.
Both of my kids never really did much when they were teething. Of course they both had a TON of drool, and chomped down on anything they could get their little hands on. But on Baby A’s birthday, it reminded me of what else they had in common.
All day on her birthday, Baby A was a serious grump. She would have her sweet moments, and be cuddly. And then the next thing you know she would be screaming from the top of her lungs. No matter what you did, it didn’t help. Tried changing the diaper, giving a bottle, giving the sippy with juice in it, different play activities…nothing was helping. She refused to eat table food.
(First time she ever fell asleep in a stroller. Took a year!)
Right before bedtime I noticed Baby A crying, and there was red stuff on the hand she was chewing on. It was blood. So I looked in her mouth and saw why the whole day was full of crying, and cuddling. Her top right front tooth was coming through. It was just then busting through and a bloody mess.
Poor baby. I gave her Tylenol and it helped her to get to sleep. But she only slept 3 hours straight; the rest of the night was spent tossing and turning in pain, medicine, and then eventually letting her lay against my chest while I rocked her for the rest of the night. Let’s just say the next morning, coffee was as important as oxygen.
<Well she is a red-head. ;) >
‘R’ was the same way. No bad signs of teething till it came to her top front teeth. She would be a grump for like 3-5 days. I would barely sleep.
I did catch some happy moments though during Baby A’s big day though. And once DH gets back we will have the bigger, happier celebration (lol).
(This is Baby A. Who was very excited at 7:40 a.m.; the same time she was born a year ago. She couldn’t wait for her big day to start, can’t you tell.)