Teething nightmares

Wow, teeth. I never really thought about mine, except when I bite in too quickly to an ice-cream and feel the sting of a sharp brain freeze. But Baby M has decided teeth will play the focal point in our lives for the next 250 years. And boy does he feel strongly about teeth. Tantrums, epic cries and a constant need to be held, soothed and cuddled means mama is growing strong muscles and white noise block to the tears (not really). We just so happened to find out the hard way after our mama and baby workout in Shoreditch Park this morning, that teeth is not our friend, and so did half of London. Mama is exhausted. Massage, chocolate and red wine please!!!