As I commenced cleaning her up the little thing writhed and screeched and shook from the pain.  Oh!  Could my heart break any more?  I ended up a a hot mess with tears streaming down my face, later followed by a brief cry in the bathroom because it hurt my heart to see my baby so unhappy.  Could I be more pathetic?  I’m crying over diaper rash! Can you imagine what a wreck I would be if something truly traumatizing were to happen?  I’m totally not tough enough for this motherhood thing.

So this morning Claire is still rather uncomfortable and is trying to avoid sitting on her little derriere and having crying spells where she reaches for me, desperate for comfort.  During one of these fits of pain I was trying to cuddle and comfort her, and I happened to look into her mouth to see four little white points that weren’t there just a couple of days ago.  The poor thing is cutting a molar (with another one coming in on the other side too), and has a bright red tush to boot.

Being a baby is tough!  I’ll take worries about money and what to make for dinner ANY DAY over a burning butt and spikes coming through my gums.