Well, after what seemed like an eternity (but was really only about six weeks), The Boy’s lower right canine finally pushed through his gum. Last night was rough for both Cute Husband and me; I tended to the first round of cries at 1AM; Cute Husband took over at 3:30. So, you can only imagine my surprise (mixed with a good dose of relief) when I saw a tiny new tooth at breakfast this morning.
This bout of teething is still not over, though, as we still have the lower left canine to erupt. After that, it’s on to his second year molars, but, thankfully, we’ve got some time before those will appear. In honesty, I’m looking forward for a reprieve of this teething. The Boy has such a great disposition when he’s not suffering from teething pain!