Poor Baby

So, Owen is definitely teething. How do I know? Several nights of waking in the middle of the night, trying to nurse, and then screaming. Not able to nurse, not taking his soother, and screaming in pain until I can get a cold washcloth wrapped around my finger into his little mouth to rub those little gums. Poor, poor baby. The teething meltdowns only seem to happen in the middle of the night, or when he's really tired, which makes me think that most of the time the pain is not too bad, but it's too much to bear on top of other discomfort.

And speaking of discomfort, Owen's poor bottom is quite sore. He's got his first case of diaper rash, which we are treating with lots of cream, and open-air bummy time. (It's like tummy time, but without a diaper! Try it, it's fun. Minor prep required: lay down waterproof pad to protect your floor, cover pad with burp cloth for comfort, and voila, ready for bummy time! Luckily, Owen's still not much for rolling front-to-back, so he stays put on the pad.) Again, most of the time, it doesn't seem to bother him too much, unless he's tired, and then he just can't bear it. Poor baby.

And I can't even see a white bump yet, so who knows how long it will be until this tooth (teeth?) comes to town and solves the teething and runny bum troubles. So if you have a spare moment, think a kind thought for my poor, teething, red-bum boy.