I thought the initial teething was hard. The constant drooling, wanting to chew anything and everything going and crying because it was hurting him. Nothing prepared me for that week or so when they were literally about to cut.
We lay in bed (we co-sleep) and suddenly he woke up screaming at around 2am. This was a proper scream. I'd never heard anything like it. I panicked in case he was hurt and tried everything I could to settle him. Even speaking to him and trying to act normally and make him laugh did nothing. I ran downstairs and got his Calpol and after swallowing it, he drifted off to sleep. This happened a few times over the next week (obviously, at the time I didn't know he was going to cut his teeth, I just thought it was an overhang from the fever that he'd recently had) and I noticed one day that I could feel a sharpness on his gum - a tooth!
He was fine for a couple of days then the screaming started again. This time I was prepared for another tooth. He hasn't bit me yet and hasn't bit himself. It took me ages to get a photograph as he's constantly covering them with his tongue (what's all that about!?)
It makes me happy and sad at the same time. Sad because he's not my little gummy baby anymore and happy because I'm so proud of how far he's come along and his development.