After months of anticipation; many, many sleepless nights; and a lot of crying, we finally had a breakthrough today. A molar! This afternoon, after more than her normal share of fussing, I picked her up from a failed nap to find spots of crimson on her shoulder. At first, I looked around her head and body, thinking that she had injured herself somehow. When I found no wounds, I looked in her gaping maw as she belted out another howl and saw the unpleasant looking spot where a new tooth had finally made its appearance. It's not pretty and I suspect there will be more suffering associated with it, but thank goodness it finally broke through.
This tooth has been threatening us for months. At her 9 month appointment, the pediatrician said that based on her swollen gums, she anticipated her molars breaking through imminently. So every stuffy nose, every sleepless night, every crying fit, I attributed to these molars that were coming through "any day now." And every day, no tooth.
Thank goodness this is the last tooth. What? There's more you say? Crap.