Toothless wonder no more

You might recall about two weeks ago, I took Emmie to the doctor because she was whiny and running a fever and had bright red cheeks and a runny nose and was waking up crying in the middle of the night.

I, of course, suspected an ear infection. But the good doctor said her ears were clear and it was just another virus that needed to run its course. I had looked at her bottom gums and saw nary a sign of impending tooth eruptions, so I figured it was, indeed, another cold.

Fast forward to last Thursday when she was chewing on her fingers like they were covered in ranch dressing during her music class. I couldn't believe it when I looked in her mouth and still didn't see any bottom teeth making an appearance.

That's when she bit down on my finger and almost drew blood. I shrieked and peeled back her lip to find she had already cut her first top tooth and had one close behind next to it. All this time, I had expected her to be normal and get her first teeth on the bottom. Silly me, I never bothered to look at the top.

Another mom looked at me funny, clearly wondering why I yelled "tooth" during a rousing rendition of "Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes" and I explained that I just discovered her first tooth -- and it appeared to be several days old. Shitty Mommy that I am, I missed the whole event. I would blame it on Second Child Syndrome, but really, it was just plain old ignorance.

She now has two actual teeth on top and the chewing and drooling has abated somewhat. I am now obsessed with sticking my fingers in her mouth to see if any more teeth are planning a sneak attack. And yes, those suckers are sharp.