The birth of a tooth

Teething. It is a dirty word at our house right now. With my daughter, I would wake up one morning and wola! A tooth had appeared overnight and not a complaint was filed. With my son, it is a totally different story. The wining never stops and he turns downright mean....if a 8 month old can be mean. Yesterday he cried most of the day. I rocked him, did the Tylenol/Ibuprofen switcharoo, I gave him frozen wash cloths, waffles, whatever I could get my hands on....no help. So finally, I had all I could take and put him in the bed. What does he do??? He lays there and coos and laughs at himself. Seriously? You have to be kidding me! Do you hate me? I start evaluating myself and the rejection that I feel already from this 8 month old. In my head I should have just laughed, but I had gotten to that unreasonable emotional state by that time.