Now that The Pickle is over nine months old, he is being introduced to the wonderful world of solid foods. Cheerios. Macaroni and cheese. Steamed, chopped vegetables. Goldfish crackers. Ah....Goldfish crackers - your favorite! (Unlike you - so far - The Pickle doesn't shove handfuls of Goldfish into his mouth without chewing and swallowing.)
The introduction of solid food brings new spices, tastes, acidity and fierce diaper rashes. Your brother has been blessed with skin that can handle fragrances and heavy ingredients which is very different from the hyper-sensitive skin you inherited from me. So far, The Pickle really hasn't dealt with a persistent diaper rash so it was a memory, a fear, Momma and Dadda didn't have to face until this past week. And, Whoa Nelly, did we ever have to face it.
You see, Peanut, when you passed away you were in your second week of a persistent, nagging diaper rash. The school nurse counseled that is was a yeast-based rash, and we were combatting it accordingly. But it never totally cleared up. That rash, and its potential link to a yeast infection, has haunted Momma and, in particular Dadda, ever since. Was that rash a symptom of something worse? If we had been able to get it under control would you still be alive? Did the rash compromise your system and allow something worse to attack you?
So, last week your little brother showed signs of a diaper rash that kept getting worse. By Friday it was out of control. Suddenly, we were reliving January of 2011 all over again. In a panic we called our doctor, took pictures of the rash, and received an odd but effective piece of advice. Stop the diaper rash creams and ointments. Stop the powder. No more "baby wipes" regardless of how scent free they claim to be. Simply put him in a bath with a tablespoon of bleach twice per day, allow to air dry and frost his tiny butt with zinc oxide.
Ta da! Within a day the rash faded. By the end of the weekend it was gone and healed. On Sunday afternoon Momma looked at Dadda, sighed and said, "Oh, the things I wish we had known two years ago..." He looked down and nodded in agreement.
Would this have made a difference for you? I guess we will never know. My logical brain tells me to let go of this line of thought. My heart says something different.
The Momma-guilt is deep tonight. I hope you can feel how often I think about you. And how very much I love you. To the moon - and back!