Teeth

Well Wesley is now 8 months old and still has no teeth. I've been thinking he's teething for months now but none have poked through yet. Every time he drools a lot, is cranky, or is really pacifier dependent, I find myself telling people, "He's starting to teeth." Then months go by and no teeth appear. I even bought him a teething necklace (controversial as it may be) that is supposed to release a natural anti-inflammatory to ease teething pain. I know it's no big deal and all kids teeth at different times. I have a friend whose baby got a tooth a 3 months and another whose baby didn't get her first tooth until 11 months. The average time for the first tooth to appear is supposed to be 4-7 months.  As much as I know it doesn't matter, Wesley's lack of teeth is just nagging at me.  Getting teeth is not dependent on mental or physical capacity, it's purely biological.  I know it's highly unlikely for Wes to crawl, walk, or talk within the "normal" timeframes. Teething was my one hope for "normal." 

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