and I am wide awake. All because of a diaper rash.
Oh yes, a diaper rash. Karl's little bum is super sensitive and we have already dealt way too much of his fair share of them. Hell, the first few weeks of his life was spent with a GI bug and ~every~ diaper change consisted of a bleeding rash and major crocodile tears. Poor baby didn't know any better than to think every diaper change was painful. He never had a painless change until weeks and weeks after his birth.
(pediatrician says newborns with GI issues "heal" much, much later than it normally would if baby was a tad bit older. I went through a dozen, if not more, newborn diapers a day. I also used an entire tub of the best diaper creme in the world - triple paste. The only diaper rash cream without the stinging stuff that's in butt paste, destitin, A+D, etc... basically everything working on the main ingredient of zinc oxide. Triple paste, at $30 for a small tub, was worth its weight in gold. Anywho, back to my story.)
I have been programmed to wake up with his cries this week due to another diaper rash caused, I think, by an incoming tooth. It's ~just~ about t0 pop through. Here's hoping it comes through sooner rather than later.
So here I am. Awake as the rest of the family sleeps. My back hurts too bad to just try to lay back down, so here I sit until a pain pill starts to work. Back pain sucks. It sucks even more at 3:46a. Bah. This sucks.