You know how excited I was yesterday morning when Nate had slept such a good night in his crib? After I got him dressed later that morning, he seemed upset. He was cranky. Fussy. Crying. Wouldn’t settle down. We gave him gripe water. He would only nap a wee bit.
I had plans to go to the breastfeeding support group and then to meet my friend Vicki’s new baby Sebastian, but when I tried to put him in the car seat, he screamed. Driving half an hour with him wailing in the back seat, out of reach, was not an option I was willing to consider. I felt sure I had angered the gods of baby sleep and I was paying for the great night we’d had.
Then later on, while Graham held Nate, taking a turn attempting to sooth him, I noticed something.
I noticed that his baby toe was splayed back inside his sock.
Poor little dude. His teeny, tiny baby toe, which is the size of oh, I don’t know, a RAISIN, was clearly causing him all kinds of anguish. I pulled off his sock and poof! He was happy. That little toe was pretty red, but he was definitely relieved. And then he pooped. Life was good again.
He went barefoot for the rest of the day.
For the record, this is exactly why Gem hates socks. Has hated them since day three, when we first placed them on her feet. She is the head of the Freedom Toes movement, little dude needs a membership stat.
It is so hard to get little wiggly toes into socks, and spazzy starfish hands into sleeves! I’m always a bit nervous!
Awww, poor guy. So tough to figure those things out sometimes!
Poor guy! I've heard several mamas mention this at one point or another. You're so not alone.
Poor little guy! Socks. They're overrated. Munchkin was a summer baby, and her deal was kicking them off and then we would lose them in the mall or wherever. Let the toes be free, I say! (Except outdoors, maybe …)
Hook us up!
I know now! I remember reading somewhere that if baby is upset and you can't figure out why, just strip him naked. I'll remember that next time!
A few people said the same thing on Twitter! Graham keeps telling me that it could have happened later, after I got him dressed but he was all squawky when I got him dressed so I'm pretty sure it was me! Live and learn.
I know but it's winter and cold and oh, cold toes are the WORST!