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Baby’s First Not-So-Cute Milestone: Diaper Rash

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??

A Must Have!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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Have Baby, Will Travel!

Sunday, August 15th, 2010

When I was pregnant I made a promise. I wouldn’t slow down on my love of travel. I would strap the baby on my back and just “go.” Then Fia came December 2nd, along with three massive snowstorms and a trail of sleep deprivation. Like a bear, I went into hibernation. I didn’t think I’d ever leave the house; let alone the city or state. Fast forward 9 months and now Fia and I are bouncing around the country together, with 12 flights and 5 states under our belt (often by ourselves, sans hubby).

I thought I’d give a list of tips I’ve found most helpful while traveling with Fi. Like American Express, don’t leave home without it.

  • At airport, put baby in sling and load your diaper bag and carry-ons in your car seat/stroller and roll to the gate. You can carry baby through security in sling, so it’s easier than holding up the line to take them out of car seat.
  • Formula and baby food can go through security with no problem.
  • At the gate, you need a tag for your stroller. Get it from the agent before you board. Then relax.
  • Babies cry on planes. Embrace it. (If baby is super fussy, I offer to buy the passenger next to me a drink. No one has ever taken me up on it, but the offer seems to ward off the angry stare).
  • I find businessmen typically offer the most help when boarding. Take them up on it! Have them carry your diaper bag and carry-on and put in overhead. This gives you time to break down stroller.
  • If baby has her own seat, you have to bring the car seat on. With baby in it, it can be super heavy. I suggest carrying baby in sling, and carry on empty car seat (or have businessman do it for you) until you sit down and situate for flight.
  • Sign her up for a frequent flier card (if she has her own ticket). It’s never too early to rack up the points.
  • If staying at a hotel, most have free cribs and pack ‘n plays they will put in your room (I always bring my own crib sheet though).
  • During take off and landing either feed or give pacifier. At least until you get through the first few flights. Now, Fia doesn’t even need it.
  • Find yourself empowered by the whole experience. And trust me, each flight gets easier.

Oh, and all you Moms out there worried about germs?

You get over it after a few flights! As we waited for her 12th flight, Fia decided to lick La Guardia–and I finally gave up stopping her.

Need advice about traveling with your baby? Ask away in the comments section!

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