In the mouth of Hell

Since this Friday night, Roy has been teething bad. He's been running a mild fever off and on, and is extremely unhappy. He woke up 3 times Friday night, and then woke up that morning starting at 520am. For the rest of Saturday, he alternated between crying and napping, and drooling on everything. Infant Tylenol helps a little bit, and giving him ice cream will settle him down for a few minutes as well, but for the most part he's just miserable. He was so unhappy Saturday night, we actually ended up just putting him bed between the two of us, because Russ and I were too exhausted to try staying up with him any longer. Then he spent Sunday running a mild fever and crying some more. His poor teeth hurt so bad, he didn't even want to drink anything... pretty much the only thing he would let us put in his mouth was yogurt or ice cream. Finally, last night I was cuddling him on the couch when he finally passed out, and I did as well. I woke up around 1am, and put him in his crib, and he finally slept the whole night through. He actually seems to be doing much better this morning, but I really feel like we spent this weekend in the mouth of hell. It was rough enough Russ called in sick today.