Teeth. Teeth hurt. Well, technically, the gums hurt. Specifically, when the teeth are puncturing the gums as they push their way up.
I can’t sleep. I can’t be put down. Eating is my only comfort, so I must do it constantly. If I can’t eat, then I must suffice by chewing on my own fist.
Growing up is hard!
If you’re old enough you might ask your mom for a frozen strawberry.
It has pain-muting effects similar to ice but the taste is more complex and the entertainment value somewhat richer.
As a result you may find it diverting (and therefore soothing) longer than a simple piece of ice in a washcloth– though those can be nice in their own way.
Glad to be past that myself. Cheers.