The application of gels and administering pain relief to help her through teething was irregular. So much so that when The Baby gets a new tooth or is in pain, it takes me a while to figure out just what is going on.
Like an crazed dog she hooks on to anything she can sink her teeth or gums into and she does not let go.
We went out for coffee yesterday at a seaside cafe. She refused to get out of the pushchair. She sat, head down with a scowl for what felt like an hour.
There was quiet. There was solitude. I was able to look out at the sea, breathe and let my shoulders relax for a while. It was like having a massage without needing to shower to wash off the oil. Bliss.
I drank my coffee in peace. And then, a nagging something started to flush out any feelings of peace and calm.
Was I having a reaction to the coffee? I couldn't remember if I asked for decaf (yes, sadly I have to drink decaf otherwise I have a reaction and act as though I haven some illegal drug to get me in the mood to go dancing all night. It's scary - and not just for me).
Then it hit me. The Baby was in pain. Serious debilitating pain. She was so miserable (but seriously cute) sitting there, sulking, head down, bottom lip pouting.
A rub of gel on her gums, combined with some teething powder and pain relief made the scowl disappear in twenty minutes and she became happy smiley giggly baby.
The transformation was amazing. Coffee cup overturned (but not broken). Biscuits thrown all over the floor. Giggling noisy baby was back.
And so was my guilt. All mums have heard the saying. If it's quiet and they're not sleeping, and not doing something naughty, something is wrong.