From around 6 months, babies generally start getting their first teeth. Obviously this can vary wildly: some babies are born with teeth, some remain gummy for their first birthday. Little Moore looks like he’s going to make it past 1 with no signs of teeth.
It doesn’t bother me. Obviously they will come eventually, and in the meantime it’s a blessing if anything: I’m still breastfeeding and haven’t had to go through the painful ‘don’t bite Mummy’s nipple with your new teeth’ phase that my sister had to go through.
What does bother me is how every single thing he does makes people tell me with self assured conviction that he is teething.
At 5 months he was insanely dribbly – we had to change bibs every hour or less to stop him from soaking through his clothes – and relatives, friends, even complete strangers told me he was very definitely teething.
At 6 months when he started chewing on everything he could get his hands on, they reassured me we’d see teeth any day now.
If he slept badly, had a whingey day, had a sore bum or stuck his fist in his mouth, everyone would say he was teething. Even people who don’t have kids of their own seemed very confident in the fact.
Now, at nearly 11 months, there’s not a single tooth stub in his mouth.
What annoys me is the way people say it, as if they know best and I’m an idiot. What annoys me even more is that at some point they’ll be right. One day a tooth will pop through and they’ll say, ‘I told you he was teething’. Because if you keep repeating it, it’s eventually going to come true.
It’s just a little pet peeve. But I might bite the next person who tells me he’s teething.
Rant over 🙂