Molar Fun

We have 10 teeth! Boo seems to be keeping up with her month status: 8 teeth at 8 months, 9 at 9, and now 10 at 10. Unfortunately for us, this time it was a molar. Not fun. Poor baby had a hard time of it. The first thing I noticed was that she wasn't nursing well. She acted like she was teething but I couldn't see anything, until I looked way back and saw the bloody, swollen lump on her bottom left. Poor thing. It has been several days of fussiness, poor nursing, and night waking, but I think we are finally over it. Now we only have...what, 10 more teeth to cut? Oh joy.

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I tried and tried to get a picture of the new molar, but she was having none of it.

Daddy finally busted out the relentless tickle fingers which was a good mood improver but didn't work very well for a picture. :)

Open, open, open.

Nope.

We finally just had to pry her mouth open. Of course, she wasn't all that excited about the change in method, but we at least got a shot. That just looks painful. Ouch.

Thankfully a bit of tickling and some infant Tylenol took care of the discomfort. :)

Hopefully the matching molar decides to wait awhile before making it's appearance. I don't know if I can handle another week like this one anytime soon!