Baby K just gave me an unexpected New Year gift - knowledge of how a teething baby would NOT drink milk.
She has been showing signs of teething for a while now. Only that Mummy did not recognise these signs cos she has never experienced them with K's big brother. Signs include sudden choking due to excessive saliva, running nose even when she is not having a cold or anything, pulling of ears and of course, the requisite unexplained crankiness. The crankiness is still hovering around and just half an hour ago, the latest additionto the stable of teething symptoms: rejection of milk.
Aiyoh...I am no religious person but the only notion in my mind now is "This must be karma returned two-fold." since T absolutely DID NOT have any symptoms of teething except perhaps a little bit more drool than usual. He was a sunshiny baby right up to when those molars were emerging.
K is a completely different kettle of fish altogether. It gets very frustrating when I do not know why she is wailing and hence can't take the necessary actions to calm her down. But it was a Eureka! moment when I spotted that budding tooth just a few days back. The rejection of milk just now is quite scary though - there was a good 2 ounces of milk left and when I tried to give her the bottle again after a while, she acted like she saw a monster when the said bottle was put in front of her.
Truly a female Tarurean...unpredictable and stubborn (she clamped her lips shut at the sight of the pretty little pink bottle). Like mother, like daughter.
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