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Wednesday, February 22nd, 2012
He looks so innocent....don't let him fool you!
The penis is killing me. I will soon need anger management. I have followed the advice of other moms but I am still getting bathed in urine. As are my walls, Emmett’s body–even his face. Today it happened three times in a row. What am I doing wrong?
Here is what one mom wrote to me:
1. Open the front of his diaper for a few seconds to let the air hit his penis; the temperature change is usually what triggers the peeing;
2. Lay the front of the diaper back over him and wait a few seconds to see if he’s going to pee;
3. Proceed with diaper change.
I have not been peed on since I learned this trick over two years ago.
I have tried this trick. The problem is, I pull the diaper back, then wait a few seconds. I proceed with the change. And 8 times out of 10 I still get hit.
Emmett poops a ton. And I am still battling this diaper rash. It turned bacterial. I got prescription ointment. Added an anti-fungal ointment in there as well, by my own accord. It went away. But now it’s back. I don’t want him to sit in the poop for even a few minutes, as that seems to be what made it come back, despite the 10-inch buffer of creams + aquafor + triple paste.
So he poops, I change. 10 minutes later he poops again. I change. This goes on for about 30-45 minutes and up to five diapers. Somewhere in there, we both get a golden shower. Maybe three.
At about 4 a.m. this morning, we had simultaneous poop-pee-barf. Yes, baptism by fire with a newborn. But with Fia I only really dealt with the barf/reflux. She didn’t poop 5 times in 30 minutes either.
I am going to look into a pee tent, but honestly, he wiggles so much, even a burp cloth doesn’t work. It would have to be a tent that you use in a circus to cover the whole area. Oh, but then I’d be under it and get sprayed anyway. I’m also trying to dry out his bum each time, which adds to the length of time we both become moving targets.
This morning I texted my husband. I told him I was sorry to break the news to him, but I may become a lesbian or a nun as I am beginning to hate the penis. He hasn’t written back. He’s probably too terrified to come home.
Now I’m off to swimming lessons with Fia. Where I won’t get peed on because a) the instructor is in the water with her not me; b) she wears a swim diaper; c) she has a vagina. Thank the lord!
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Tuesday, February 14th, 2012
He Sleeps With Arms Up
Emmett will be 3 weeks old tomorrow. Hard to believe. Here’s a quick update:
His eyes are in the clear, but his butt isn’t. His diaper rash has turned into a bacterial infection. I feel like I’ve been living at the pediatrician’s office. After we left the hospital, I had to go back three times for weigh-ins. Then, on the last weigh-in, he had the eye infection. Which led to the follow up today which led to the bacterial diagnosis.
I had been watching his diaper rash like a hawk. And had brought in the big guns: Desitin, A & D, and cornstarch. To no avail. I’m relived actually that I’ve had all these checkups, since I’m not sure I would have recognized the bacterial thing.
So now I have a prescription antibiotic ointment to put on his tush. Hope it clears soon.
I continue to get peed on, almost daily. One reader gave me a tip, and it works some of the time. But a lot of times, he doesn’t pee until well into the diaper change. I try and keep a paper towel over him, but he is such a wiggle worm.
Here’s another thing: no longer are baby wipes allowed with newborns. The docs say that even the unscented ones have chemicals they don’t want. So Viva paper towels, moistened with water, are the new trend. Not sure if this is just an LA/West Coast thing or if everyone is doing this now. I was never told this with Fia. Wipes were fine. I wonder if Viva is somehow sponsoring the doctors? The doctors claim that they are the softest. Anyone else out here getting these same instructions?
Oh–and today is Valentine’s Day. My hubby and I are going on our first date night since Em’s arrival. We didn’t even realize it was V-day until after we booked the nanny. But happy heart day everyone. Em is wearing red to show the love.
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He Always Has Frog Legs. Too cute.
Sunday, May 15th, 2011
I’ve just jumped over another hurdle—one involving a nasty diaper rash (hers, not mine)–I need to add a crucial item to have on hand: Cornstarch. But don’t follow my example on how to use it. Here’s why:
In the past two weeks I feared arrest. Twice. Not because I was a bad mom. In fact, just the opposite. I felt so bad for the little munchkin and her red bum. I carefully applied the creams, but the diaper rash wasn’t going away as quickly as I hoped, so I added cornstarch into the mix. Apparently you sprinkle it in the diaper and it absorbs moisture. But “sprinkle” clearly isn’t in my vocabulary.
I should pause here and say I have a tendency to overdo certain things. Like if someone tells me a wrinkle cream will get rid of crows feet, I compulsively apply half the bottle at once, hoping for a miracle.
On our way into the city to refinance our apartment, I dumped probably a quarter of a box of cornstarch in her diaper (my rationale is the diaper is white, so I can’t see how much goes in). Three subway trains and a 4-block walk later, I knew she desperately needed to be changed.
Already late to the appointment on the 23rd floor of a posh bank building, I dashed into the bathroom (no changing table. Damn, hate it when that happens), quickly put a mat on the floor and ripped off the diaper. Cornstarch went flying. I mean everywhere. It turned me, Fi, diaper bag and surrounding area into a blanket of white. I prayed no one would walk in. I began picturing the FBI, my arrest and subsequent headline: Mom Spreads Anthrax While Baby Battles Diaper Rash. I tried scooping the massive excess off the floor with a paper towel, but it didn’t make a dent. The bathroom looked like a blizzard had hit. I conceded defeat and walked into the conference room, looking like we had both jumped into a giant silo of flour. I apologized profusely to the woman who was kind enough to promise she wouldn’t call the authorities.
A few days later we were at LaGuardia, about to fly to Wisconsin, where my father in law (an Episcopalian Priest, nicknamed “Rev”) was baptizing the babe. I dumped a bunch of cornstarch in her diaper (clearly I’m a slow learner), got through security, and had to change her. The bathroom was tiny so I went to an empty gate. Out came the plume. Seriously?? How bad is my short-term memory? This time I envisioned the TSA coming after me. They would lock me up. We’d miss her baptism. I’d be condemned by all who know me. Panicked, I tried to rub it into the dark blue carpet as best I could. No luck. I needed an industrial vacuum. Or an escape plan. I grabbed Fi and fled the scene. We boarded the plane, and at 30,000 feet breathed a big sigh of relief (actually she slept). And, the next day, the diaper rash was clear. Maybe there’s something to compulsively using cornstarch??
The baptism was a breeze. After it was over, she looked at me with her impish little grin, as if to say, “Mom, this is nothing. Relax. You already baptized me twice— in cornstarch.”
So my tip to you moms who battle diaper rash: Cornstarch. Put it in the nest. Just don’t follow my lead. Now it’s your turn. What works for you? What are the things you can’t live without?
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