Life went downhill fast. Daniel went completely crazy when we tried to change his diaper and we finally resorted to going to the pediatrician. Low and behold, his diaper rash had turned into an actual burn (we weren't far off when we described his tushy as a lava field) and he was prescribed a special $320 cream. We went through the cream in 2 days. Diaper rash came back with a vengeance so the doctor then prescribed an actual burn ointment.
For 2 days, my baby screamed in pain when we changed him and we had to keep him naked as often as possible. This meant putting waterproof pads on the floor and confining him to his room for the most of the day. It sucked. He did manage to poop right into Matt's pocket at one time, though. That was pretty funny.
2 days ago at 4am we ended up bathing him when he woke up screaming with a poopy diaper. Oy veh. Did I mention that this was the day after we moved??
Today he is much better and super happy (thanks to going back on cream #1 which my insurance wouldn't cover so soon after the original prescription was filled, meaning I paid $320 for diaper rash ointment!) and his cute little tushy is getting back to normal. I will definitely miss the naked time - but definitely not the screaming or cleaning up after him the way we might a puppy.
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