The hardest part of being a mother is seeing your precious baby in pain and being unable to do anything about it.
Sophia’s still having problems. Diarrhea and a terrible, horrible, red, nasty, raw and bleeding bottom. Sorry to be graphic, but every time I look at it I burst into tears. And every time I have to wipe it, she screams. Actually, what’s worse is that she screams as soon as I lay her on the changing table. When it comes time for the wiping she hisses her breath in. That’s somehow worse than a scream.
I called the pediatrician’s office—our old pediatrician, my first priority for this week is to call around and find a new doctor—and they told me to give her lots of bland, binding foods. So that’s what we’ve been doing. But so far it hasn’t slowed down the rate of her pooping one bit. Which is really, really discouraging.
It probably doesn’t help matters that she’s getting four new teeth on the top. Poor thing. She’s been sleeping terribly during the day. But at least she hasn’t been waking up at night. Though it took more than an hour and three tries to get her down tonight.
And I’m emotionally wrung out. I can’t deal with anything else right now.
i’d really appreciate some prayers for my poor little baby.