Drool Monster

Last week I bought something and I can’t even believe it happened.  I was wondering around Marshalls looking for some potential Christmas gifts and out of the corner of my eye I spotted them.  No, it wasn’t a Christmas gift, no I wasn’t the perfect pair of shoes for me.  It was a 6 pack of teething bibs.  I bought new bibs for my 14 month old.  Because he drools. A LOT.

Xander started drooling, probably like most infants, around 2 months.  Now here we are an entire year later and there is no end in sight.  Sure he has some days that are better than other, but most days he goes through  multiple bibs.  During his very worst period this summer, he sometimes drooled so much that he went through 10 bibs a day.  10 BIBS A DAY.  That’s a disgusting amount of drool.  Now most days we go through 2 or 3 bibs.

No ordinary bib can contain my drool monster.  He needs a teething bib that will hold a maximum amount of drool and even then, it’s still pretty gross after a couple hours.  And don’t get me started on what happens if he isn’t wearing a bib.  He shirts get soaked through in a matter minutes.  It’s not pleasant.

The only good thing (if there could possibly be one) is that it doesn’t seem to bother him one little bit.  I asked his pediatrician about it at Xander’s last visit.  He said not to worry about it.  They get a couple kids a year that are still drool machines at 15 or 18 months.  He promises that it will go away.  Eventually.

In the meantime, I have found the need to purchase new bibs for my 14 month old because my ginormous stash of existing bibs is starting to get gross.  I mean, I can only hope that the drool diminishes to a slow leak sometime soon.  Cause honestly, I really don’t want him to be 5 years old and still wearing a bib.

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