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Sunday, January 10, 2010
Year 1, Day 131
I'm sure that the pain of teething for a baby, can be equivalent to the pain of childbirth for women. I can't imagine pushing through a molar in the back of my mouth, and not having the words to be able to complain about it to someone. It has to be excruciating. At least, in childbirth, you push out a baby and have this little wonder as a precious gift. Cut a molar, and you have - A molar. Plus, you have 11 more to go! Adults have 4 sets of three molars, which was surprising to me. That's twelve excruciating moments of pain with no sympathy. At least with child birth, you can have a doula help you through the contractions or a particularly supportive husband. As a child, you just have to suffer through the emergence of the molars alone. And, if your mother is first timer that isn't practically savvy about the development of teeth cutting, she might even lose her patience, a tiny bit, at the crankiness and crying assuming that you are just throwing a tantrum. Sorry about that Jackson :) Should have known you had a molar in there buddy.
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ugh.. molars were horrendous!
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