Holy Molars

There's been a breakthrough in the Inman household over the past week, actually three breakthoughs. Cash has gotten three molars all at once, two top and one bottom, and the the little guy is in agony. In all of the baby books I've read, when you get to the teething part and it talks about cutting one year molars, I believe the phrase most often used is "exquisite pain". There is absolutely nothing exquisite about what Cash is going through. I put that picture up above because I feel it best illustrates his current disposition - part drooling rabid animal, part sad little monkey. We've gone back to rocking him to sleep while he wails for a half hour, getting up to soothe him at least once in the middle of the night, and morning wake ups around 4:45 or 5am. No amounts of motrin and baby oragel will soothe him and I'm desperately breaking out some of his old rubber and vibrating teethers that he hasn't used in at least 6 months. Hopefully we'll get the fourth one through soon and Cash can get a break (at least until the two year molars).