Yes, three. My son, who recently turned one, only has two teeth thus far.
Of course, everyone tells us that his teeth will be nice and healthy, since they are taking so long to poke through. I think they are saying that to be nice, rather than saying, "Oh wow, you have to go through teething and the beginnings of toddlerhood at the SAME TIME??" I prefer the former rather than the latter. Thank you, friends. We better have some BEAUTIFUL TEETH on the way.
But, as is par for le Cub, I didn't actually notice that he was teething until today. A few nights ago he began to randomly cry out in his sleep, which is usually an indication of something, be it illness or poopy diaper or the like. Then the drool kind of started a few days ago, but today I noticed LOTS of drool AND a (clear) runny nose. So, just as a precaution, I rubbed my finger along his top gum and sure enough, that top tooth is trying to push through! I remember when Cub was four months old, rubbing his gums, thinking I felt a bump. Surely I felt a bump. Surely teeth were coming. Wait, what does a bump feel like? Is that a bump? Or do normal gums just feel that way?? Apparently, I was feeling nothing but baby gums, but even now I cannot say for sure that I know what a tooth bump feels like. A little swollen, perhaps.
Anyway. There is a tooth coming.
I don't exactly remember Cub's symptoms with his first two teeth. The Pediatrician checked him out one day on a routine check-up and tapped his tongue depressor against Cub's bottom gums and it made a clicking sound. Like the depressor was hitting something hard. Like the top of teeth. I stared at The Pediatrician, wide-eyed, feeling like Ultimate Failure Mom for not knowing he had sprouted his first two teeth, but, he didn't behave any differently and the teeth weren't really visible yet, so how was I to know? I do not routinely tap Cub's mouth with a tongue depressor, so I was, apparently, oblivious to the two new teeth. But, they were there!
And now the third one is coming. I'm curious to see what this teething adventure will be like for the Cub. So far it has meant a lot of drool and clear snot. He went down for bed just fine, but he wanted Mr. Lion right there with him. I gave him some Tylenol and so far, so good.
I'm still crossing my fingers, though.
And trying to imagine what my little Cub will look like with a mouth full of teeth.
Probably very much like a big boy and not so much like my little baby Cub. Sigh. Here we go!