It's been so long that I've almost forgotten what it's like. It happened so rarely when she was little; we were so lucky.
Bug has been having bouts of inconsolable hysterics lately. Those top canines are coming in, and the pain is really taking its toll on her. Nothing calms the screaming, although being held -- only by Momma and only when Momma's standing up -- may help a little. Watch out if she doesn't get what she wants when she wants it. Don't try to take her upstairs when she wants to be downstairs, or into the livingroom when she wants to be in the kitchen. Don't try to give her water when she wants milk. She doesn't always make her wishes clear, either -- or it's impossible to understand her demands through the shrieking, -- so it's a crap shoot to figure out just what it is that she wants.
Tonight the demand was for chicken, moons and stars (cheese) and milk. All were prepared and set before her. That's when she started screaming more loudly, "No chichen! No moon stars! No milk!" All were put away from her on the table (when she's finished with something and is emotional, she sometimes will push the plate/cup forcefully away from her). Louder. "MY chichen! MY moon stars! MY milk!" This dance played out several times.
Maybe it was the magic (or distraction) of Pooh, maybe the motrin had finally kicked in and alleviated some of her pain, but she finally sat down and started eating peacefully after we carried her screaming upstairs with her plate.
Gah! I'm knocking on wood that we'll be as lucky the next time around as far as having as few experiences like this as possible. It's upsetting and frustrating to go through this, knowing that there's nothing I can do.