Teething and Travel

Ahhhhh. *happy sigh* Our most recent trip went beautifully...both ways. Helen was happy/sleeping the entire time. Granted, it wasn't as long of a trip. Helen has a tooth!!! The tooth came through the day we left, so maybe that's why it was a happy trip?

It's a scary thing to have a baby. Especially a crawling baby who puts everything in her mouth. Take Sunday, for instance. We were going to leave after church, so the car needed to be packed beforehand. Mark was busy, so I was trying to keep an eye on the kids and pack the car at the same time. Not exactly possible to keep a close eye on a busy baby. So we went to church, I nursed her during the service, and she took a short nap after nursing. She was drooling like crazy, but I figured she was just cutting another tooth. After the service, a dear lady was admiring Helen, and asked what she had in her mouth. She tapped Helen's cheek, and said there was definitely something hard in there. No way! How could I have missed this? She normally gags or makes some other noise that lets me know there is something in there even if I didn't see it go in. I dutifully checked her mouth, and there was a metal button, like the kind you would find on a pair of jeans with flap pockets! One of my nieces had lost the buttons off her jeans the day before, and had apparently not put them up in a safe place. She had that button in her mouth for AT LEAST an hour and a half. God is so good! He kept her from choking on it, so it was much less scary than it could have been!