Maggie’s got teeth 8 & 9 appearing it looks like, and that’s taken a 10 month old baby who’s been otherwise pretty happy event through my epic illness and turned her into a clingy sad little munchkin the past couple of days. More teeth incoming equal less happy baby.
It seems like these teeth are hitting her slightly differently. There’s not so much foul smelling drool, seems more congestion and amazing explosive poops the size of Kansas, but the pain I think must be much more of an immediate factor than it used to be and sometimes eating is joy, and sometimes it’s pain.
Instead of a gradual warm up to pissed off baby, the transition is seamless and instant and takes an otherwise happy munchkin and turns her into a wailing mass of baby that can only be cuddled, and can’t be quieted.
Not that I really need her to be quiet in most situations, however today at work it became a point where I had to leave due to baby wanting to express exactly how much she does not like this whole teething thing.
Other than that, Maggie’s sleeping from around 8pm until about 7am every day, with an average of one wakeup sometime around 11 or 1am in which she seems to just need reassured that life is ok. Me getting more than 3 hours of sleep a night has been a nice thing.
She’s gotten absurdly worse at crawling, I don’t know how that’s possible, but it’s the case. She can scootch backwards, but any attempts to go forward are futile. She can stand, but not on her own. She can walk a couple of steps, but if there’s something that really interests her she leans hard into trying to get it and that’s about that for mobility.
I’m not horribly keen on pushing her to move, but it does seem this is an area of frustration for her that might make her happy if she could do.
That’s about that. Not too much has changed other than she’s eating a wider variety of foods, and is a generally happy baby until her teeth hurt.