Baby Boy Bum Blues

7:30 in the morning almost always finds me changing two poopy diapers. I say "almost always" because there are mornings where either one or both of them didn't poop yet, or Josh is in there taking care of business. This morning, was no exception. However, this morning was pretty bad.

It started two nights ago. We were getting Zeke ready for bed when we noticed a little bit of a diaper rash starting. So, we applied a little ointment, diapered him up and put him down. Around ten o'clock he started really crying. So I went in to find him curled up in a ball on his pillow with his bum in the air. And boy was he stinky! So I turned on the light, and proceeded to change his diaper. Upon opening the diaper I could see the red of his bum shining through the poo. Oh yeah. So he screamed while I wiped and Josh held his legs still. He freaked out when I applied another dose of cream. Then calmed down once we were finished and released him to his bed (where he lied on his back, but still curled in a ball with his bum lifted off the bed - poor baby). Yesterday it looked pretty good all day. I still applied some ointment throughout the day, but it looked fine. Looked fine, that is, until 7:30 this morning when I went to get him out of bed and change his poopy diaper. WHOO BOY was his little bum red. And WHOO BOY did he HOWL as I wiped his poor, red, raw bum. It's 10:30 in the morning now and he's since pooped twice more. Needless to say, diaper changes haven't gotten any better. In fact, with the last one his bum started to bleed a little. So you can imagine how much that stung when the wipey hit it.

But back to 7:30 this morning. So I change Zeke's diaper with him understandably crying the entire time. However, Zeke was not the only one crying throughout his diaper change. Nope, Deacon was joining in the festivities by crying and trying to climb up my leg the whole time. Nice. Once I finish with Zeke I pick up Deacon and lay him down on the changing table to take care of poopy diaper #2. Now, Deacon does not have a terrible, terrible diaper rash. No. Deacon is teething again. I love my son, but I don't think I like him very much when he's teething. I kid. Poor baby started running a low fever yesterday and he was whiny and complainy all day. Even Josh coming home from work did little to console him. Food did little to console him. Then there's the fact that this morning's diaper was "less than solid", let's say, and so Deacon cried his entire diaper change as well since he was unhappy and hurting and just all-around uncomfortable.

Now it's 10:36 and, as you can see by the pictures I just took (sorry Zeke's is so dark, I didn't want to wake him with the flash), I have to wake them up from their naps. Let's hope the rest of our day goes a little bit better.