Spring Break For-Evah?

I'm so thankful that Dan's on spring break just so we can tag team take care of Coleson. 

 For some reason, our little man has been crazy fussy the past four days: fine for about thirty minutes and then he is arching his back, shrieking for food, refusing food, stuffing toys in his mouth, screaming when they don't fit, spitting out his pacifier, refusing teething rings.  No fever, taking Zantac regularly, we've been to the doctor six times about acid reflux and never get new advice, so we're kind of at a loss.  All day long the past four days has been a constant troubleshooting match:  when did he get up?  Is he tired?  Let's try a nap.  Let's try strapping him to us and walking around.  Let's give him a tiny bit more Zantac.  Let's leave him alone.  Let's try to cuddle.  Let's call the doctor. Let's put him in a vibrating seat... swing... chair... laying down... on his tummy.  Let's rotate his legs.  Let's try a different nipple size on the bottle.  Let's try gripe water.  Did you take his temperature?  Is he wet?  How about a bath?  Let's try going in our backyard and letting him have fresh air.  Let's try feeding him less at a time... more at a time... thickening it with rice... a new formula... maybe he's ready for food... how bout a cold wash cloth to chew on? 

I feel like a shitty mom when I can't console him, you know?  Fellow moms, I'm hoping some of you have dealt with this at some point.  It just seems like he gets more agitated when I hold him sometimes, not less.  I try him on my shoulder, I try him reclining, I sit him up on me, I rock him... he just squirms and gets more and more wired and slams his hand in his mouth and then screams.  I hate that breastfeeding didn't work for us and think of that every time he gurgles, wondering if he was drinking that liquid gold nectar of the gods that every study and doctor and La Leche League champion talks about ... that he just might be completely fine right about now.  I wonder if he would relax in my arms more.  I worry that we missed that bonding, something I wanted so desperately for us.  Then, I give him a bottle, and he takes a few sips and then chews the nipple and then fusses.  Eye rubbing.  I realize that since he refused to nap earlier that maybe he is just plain exhausted, so I sing him his lullaby (which he harmonizes with frustrated shrieks) and put him down.  He cries like his heart is broken, like he's just been dumped.  I go downstairs and turn an episode of Four Weddings up to max volume and cry into the couch cushions.

 Today, Dan left to take care of dealing with an issue with his Smart Tag pass and stayed out for two hours of quiet.   Later when it was my turn, I went to Old Navy to buy new socks and then the grocery for allergy medicine.  It was blissful.  

Not really asking for advice... I guess I just needed to vent and maybe see if this has happened to anyone else at five months (I thought we left extreme fussiness behind at eight weeks, but I guess I was wrong).  It's hard to see that this too shall pass when my little love is in pain...