Oh, teething. I hate you.

I jinxed myself this morning. Oliver woke up around 6:30am, smiling and happy as could be. I picked him up from his crib and said, "There's the Oliver I know! I'm so glad you're feeling better!" I went on to tell John, my parents, a few friends, the world, that Oliver was back to his old self. He still seemed a bit pale, but I hadn't seen him smile like that since the other day, so I figured (well, HOPED) the worst was over. Whatever this was– a cold, or teething pain, he seemed to be much better.

A couple hours later after another nap, he woke up crying. He looked exhausted and was whimpering a lot. We played with a few toys, hung out with a girlfriend of mine who came by, and he went down for another nap. This time he was out for 2 hours, and my parent's came over after he woke up. Again, he whimpered a lot and just couldn't settle down, but still seemed better than yesterday. One more nap later (after it took an hour to get him to calm down and fall asleep), Oliver woke up SCREAMING. Like the scream he gives when he's hurt. I rocked him, distracted him with videos of Yo Gabba Gabba online (so annoying but he loves the bright colors), gave him every teething toy we had, and nothing soothed him. John came home, and there was more crying. Not just Oliver, but me! It was so incredibly hard to see my normally happy baby in so much pain, as I watched helplessly. I burst into tears and cried along with him as I tried to rock him to sleep. After that didn't work, I gave him a bath and he finally calmed down. He happily kicked the water and sucked on a washcloth, and seemed ok. I pulled him out of the water and the second he felt the towel, he started freaking out. Huge tears, big screams, the works! He calmed down a little bit for a bottle and book with John, and is now currently in his room with Daddy crying harder than I have ever heard. My heart is breaking... What the HELL do you do when you've tried E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G?! I feel like I did when we first brought Oliver home. Trying everything and anything to soothe him, having no idea what will work, just hoping something will end the crying for HIS sake. I'm fine and don't feel frustrated like I thought I would– I just feel BAD. I can deal with this and do everything over and over again until he's calm, but I realllllly hope these stupid teeth break through soon!