Two front teeth... almost

Abby has 3 teeth.  She is currently working on her 2 front teeth.  It's been awful this week... and it's only Tuesday.  Tylenol doesn't seem to be helping.  She wants me to hold her all day but she wants to play, too, and it doesn't make for a very fun day.  Getting her out of the house for a couple of hours a day seems to help for a while but I think we're in for a long week.  I wish there was more I could do for her.  She's just not herself.  Her sweet, funny, silly, self... I haven't seen much of that Abby this week.  I think I will resort to some orajel and a washcloth tomorrow to try to help them break through.  My poor baby.  As an adult you don't think about how something a small as getting your first set of teeth can be so painful and unnerving for a baby.  She doesn't understand why it hurts.  She doesn't know how to make it stop.  She looks at me like I should know.  She always looks at me like I should know how to fix everything.  Can't a hug and a kiss be enough?