It’s been a pretty eventful week for us this week.
First off, at the ripe old age of 18 weeks and 6 days, A cut his first teeth. Not one, or even two, but THREE of the blighters. He’d been pretty out of sorts at the end of last week and over the weekend – horrible cough and cold, dodgy nappies and just not quite himself. Well now we know why! He’s been dribbly and stuffing anything he can get his hands on into his mouth for a good few weeks now, but I didn’t think we would see any teeth for a good couple of months yet. Wrong! On Tuesday afternoon, he was chewing on my finger when I felt something sharp in his mouth. I had a wee look and was momentarily confused because I couldn’t see anything. Turns out that’s because, not content with getting three teeth in one go, he’s also decided to bypass the normal front teeth first route and go straight for the sharp pointy eye teeth. So the two bottom eye teeth and one of the next to middle ones. By yesterday, one of the top eye teeth was through the gum as well, giving him a total of four teeth. No wonder he’s been grouchy! Although I can’t help thinking that this perhaps means we get the worst over with now, and the rest should be slightly easier…. A girl can hope, right?!?
Incidentally, if anyone has any advice re relieving the symptoms, please let me know. B was never really bothered by her teeth coming in, so this is all new to me.
The other major milestone this week was our first night without a night feed!!! After being a really good sleeper in the first couple of months and some nights going 8 hours without a feed at night, by mid February he was barely going 4 hours. So at that point I started doing a dream feed at 10.30ish, and that put us back to only one feed during the night. On Tuesday night, he woke at 1am and just seemed unsettled rather than hungry. Hubby managed to get him settled back to sleep, and I thought that might be him until half 2 or 3am. Heard him stirring and looked at the clock – 6.17am!!! So I took him in beside me and he dozed off until 7am. Happy days. Or should I say happy day, because the two nights since have been very disturbed, but I’m putting that down to the teeth. At least now I know he can manage to go all night – definitely light at the end of the tunnel!
The next step will be moving A through to his own room… Hubby is keen to do this ASAP, and in some ways I think we probably need to – he definitely keeps me awake with his rumbling around, and there have been several occasions when I’ve ended up feeding him just because we’re both awake and I didn’t think he would last until morning. He is starting to look a bit cramped in his crib too. But on the other hand, it seems too soon, and certainly if he’s going to be really unsettled with his teeth, it’s easier to have him in our room rather than to-ing and fro-ing all night. He’s been having his daytime naps in the big cot to get him used to it, so hopefully when we actually move him it won’t be too traumatic. Maybe next week….
The final bit of excitement (for me anyway) was my first evening out since before A was born! I went to the theatre to see one of my friends appearing in an amateur production of Annie, which is one of my favourite musicals. It was a bit of a rush – I got A ready for bed and fed him early, then as soon as he’d finished feeding I threw him at hubby and dashed out the door. My dad gave me a lift so I didn’t need to worry about parking the car, and I arrived literally as the lights were going down. It was lovely to have a bit of ‘me’ time, and needless to say everyone managed fine without me, albeit with Nana (my mum) on hand to do B’s bath while hubby winded A and got him settled!
Phew! Exciting times. Who knows what next week will bring!?