Teething?

It’s been a rather messy week in our household. Aside from the kitchen mess (see previous post), Mrs T has decided to really let loose. Now please forgive me, I’m going to broach a subject I never thought I would write about in either my professional or personal life.

Being awoken by the sound of my daughter loudly doing a poo in the middle of the night has become a real life nightmare. There is Mrs T making grunting and then squelching noises, clearly awake and expectantly wanting attention, a new nappy and most probably a whole new set of clothing.

So it has been for the past week. Night and day, a constant changing of clothes and nappies with colours ranging from yellow to green and brown. Nice.

It is exhausting.

There are a couple of explanations for the explosive nature of her bowel movements. I thought perhaps it could be her body coping with the introduction of solids OR that well used excuse – second only to “it must be a growth spurt” – TEETHING.

Ok. Fine. But Mrs T has been “teething” for an awfully long time, months in fact. But no teeth.

The surplus dribble, red cheeks, gnawing – like a dog with a bone – anything she can get her hands on. And now, diarrhoea and subsequently NAPPY RASH. All, apparently, signs of teething.

Poor Mrs T has a very sore bottom indeed.

The husband made a well meaning, but in hindsight slightly erroneous, gesture to let her bottom get some air, only to get into a stressed tizz after she presented him with a succession of poos and wees all over the changing mat, carpet and her bottom – therefore making it worse. It was clearly the wrong time for sans nappy, with the wrong parent.

Still, there is no sign of any teeth. It leaves me wondering what is going to come first? Mrs T’s bottom two teeth or the completion of our kitchen?

It’s a tough call.