Note to self: "Just because your first son never ever had a hint of diaper rash, and never ever seemed to mind lounging around in his own feces, this does not mean that Son #2 has inherited same superpowers (or rankness, depending on how you look at it...)"
Yes, after 2-3 hours of pretty consistent crying and arching of back (is it gas? is it gas? is it gas????) I whipped of his diaper to reveal what dim-lighted, middle-of-the-night-changing did not--a big red sore bottom that would make a baboon jealous. This is new territory for me, and I must learn to shirk of the incredibly lax diaper changing habits instilled by impervious-bottomed firstborn. ("he's asleep? he's go poo in his diaper? uhhhhm. let sleep reign...")
God I am a filthy lowlife...
BTW. Does Desitin go off after 4 years? Hopes not.