Yesterday I had a bad experience. My baby was wildly crying-screaming. I tried to feed him, but he wouldn't accept it. I changed his diaper...nothing. I gave him toys...nothing. I held him on my arms, I left him on the bed, I talked to him...nothing! Whatever I 've tried, it just wouldn't work! I felt that something was wrong...basically, cause he never resists when I give him my breast. Ok, he does when he wants to but not often and definitely not this way. When I putted him on my breast, he was crying-screaming so loud and he was shaking...I've never seen him like that before. It made me feel awful cause you know, my breasts have always been the best (if not the only) way to console him. But he was keeping crying and I had to find out what was going on. At first, I thought he was hurt somewhere, so I took his clothes off to check his body. Nothing again! I felt desperate...after all this time we've been great...why is that happening? I cried...how couldn't I comfort my own baby? I had to relax and help him relax too. I held him, walked around the house, sang low very close to his ear so he could feel the warmth of the air I exhaled. He seemed relaxed so i offered my breast, he took it and fell asleep. I was so happy and relieved after two awful hours of crying. Ten minutes after, my mum rings the bell. He wakes up crying inconsolable AGAIN! I feel I'm gonna break. She holds him...he's crying...I'm crying. 'Mum, why's that happening? What's wrong with him?' I ask. 'I don't know. Teething maybe?' she says. Teething...why didn't I think of that?! We gave him Sophie the giraffe. He grabbed her, putted her in his mouth and started chewing her like a maniac! Damn! That's what he wanted! Philip came back. Mama left. Baby cried a little more. Had some mama's milk and fell asleep. I searched over the internet a bit for teething information. To tell the truth...I'm scared! Seems like things are getting worse for us! Great...I have a lot of energy!