My mom tells me I was a terrible teether. I was in so much pain, the doctors misdiagnosed me with ear infections more than once. My mother-in-law claims that my husband was the worst teether in a family of three children. If you are good at addition, you can guess what that adds up to - the most miserable, nightmare of an experience cutting teeth. I hear that some moms don't even realize that their kids are teething until they just happen to see one or two. I have to say, when I am told this it makes me want to punch them in the face. I am not a violent person by nature, but one who most likely has been up countless times the night before with an unhappy baby and who has permanent bite marks on her nipples. You can understand where my aggression is stemming from.
Both of my children are decent sleepers, but this fact is obliterated when a new tooth is on it's way. Lucky for me, both kids started teething at an early age and the fun didn't stop with Jane until she was over two. Sure, there are breaks here and there, and that is usually when they will catch a cold or the stomach flu. My little guy has been on quite a tear lately. He was sick for almost a month while simultaneously cutting two teeth. The boy can multi-task and I have the bags under my eyes to prove it.
As a veteran of dealing with teething babies, I have learned some tricks along the way. Namely, there are no tricks and if something works for you one night you can count on the fact that it won't work the next. Truly, the only real solution to teething, at least in our house, is patience.