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Baby, Life

Another dental post

01.17.08 | 3 Comments

I would like to reiterate that teething is another one of nature’s cruel, cruel jokes. My poor child is cutting her fifth tooth, a top one. I actually had no idea until today, since I haven’t seen a big smile for the past two days; a new tooth certainly would explain her extreme fussiness and insatiable appetite for ice and nothing else. I’m the dimwitted mother who didn’t consider trying a little Orajel. Not that it helped once it was on her gums. Anyway, there it is, poking its shard of pain right next to the other two top ones.

Teething turns my delightful, sweet, happy-going little girl into her raging, growling, inconsolable alter ego, which my Dad has dubbed “Eoz.” We ask Eoz to let Zoe come back to us, just to let her say hello briefly, if only to get a respite from the grating Eoz chants. I know she’s uncomfortable, and I feel for her – I do. If I could take away her discomfort, I would, in a heartbeat. I wonder if there’s an alter ego inside me. One with patience. Could I summon her?

We’ll get through this, like everything else. In the meantime, she’s taking more and more steps and gaining confidence in her balance. I have a feeling she’s about to take off.

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