These are the things I tried when Baby's teeth started bothering her this afternoon:
1. A teething rattle which has a water-filled piece at one end, straight from the fridge.
But she wouldn't take the hint and bite on the damned thing, so big failure there.
Funnily enough, although nursing is usually the panacea for just about all of Baby's woes, this time it didn't work. She either cried harder as soon as I laid her on the pillow on my lap, or arched her back and studied the mobile hanging from the ceiling.
I rubbed a pea-sized amount on her gums and waited for her to recognize the yummy flavour. She didn't care, and continued to wail.
4. Bouncing her on my knees.
This worked great, but after an hour my legs got tired and my voice was starting to go hoarse from so many repetitions of This is the way the parson rides, parson rides, parson rides...
5. A rusk and a spell in the vibrating rocker.
Again, a big winner. But only for about half an hour. Also, the vibrations tend to stimulate Baby's poo-making muscles so we don't want to overdo it.
6. Putting her in the hammock, with a lullabies CD on the stereo.
I was surprised that the lullabies, set against a background of wave sounds, really did settle her, as promised on the CD cover. She only started fussing again when her hunger finally caught up with her (it'd been over five hours since her last feed).
...then the boy came home and put her to bed, leaving me to wallow in the fatigue which set in even before the TV news had ended.