Before I had my own, I remember meeting babies with a constant stream of drool hanging out of their mouth soaking everything in its path. I was never a big fan of drool, having grown up with two older brothers and their friends. I have memories of being held down while a string of spit was stretched to it's farther extension without breaking onto my face... hopefully! When my little bundle of joy began to grow bigger I was grateful she wasn't much of a drooler. Ha. Times change.She's nearing the teething stage and Let the Drooling Begin! Reading up on the internet I've learned that a baby's saliva doesn't appear until they are a little older. So hers arrived and that was cool. And then the teething began, at least that what we hope all this drool is about. To be honest she still doesn't drool quite as much as some babies I've been around, but when you aren't a fan of the drool and have childhood memories of "spit strings" then, well... you get the idea.
At least I'm no longer squeamish about it and can wipe it up with my bare hands without so much as a grimace, I've really come a long way. And the soaking wet chin on my shoulder (plus my soaking wet clothing) is from my very own little girl, and somehow it really does make it all that much better/tolerable. And lets be honest here, when you are this cute and can smile as in the photo above, you are bound to be given some wiggle room with your natural body functions.
Everyday I have a little swipe around her gums to see if there are any protrusions, but nothing yet. Just the drool. Oh, and the constant gnawing on anything and everything especially things that are hard or have firm edges. I've found that her cloth toys (especially Mrs. Bunny and Mr. Cheetah) are great because they ABSORB the drool before it makes its way anywhere else, what a wonderful invention. And I'm happy to wait for the teeth to come, we are breastfeeding afterall.
