The Story Of A Teething Baby
I cry and cry.
My cheeks are flushed and I am running a slight fever. I am uncomfortable. I can feel it growing, pushing up from within me, the hard tip that I can just touch with my tongue.
I drool and drool.
I want something cold to chew on. Maybe even that ointment my parents put on. It tastes so horrible, but it numbs me and stops the pain for a short time. Oh, when will this end? When will these teeth stop their relentless push upward?
I grow and grow.