Somehow we went thirteen months without Abby getting diaper rash. Until now. Holy crap.
A top tooth took its sweet time coming in and was accompanied by diarrhea. She has also been refusing to eat most purees now, so I think the introduction of some foods may have also had a part to play in the runny poop. We spent four evenings at parent and child swimming lessons, so a soggy swim diaper and chlorine probably didn’t help.
Once the diaper rash appeared it took no time at all to change my sweet, normally very agreeable baby into a monster when the word diaper was mentioned. She would writhe on the floor, desperate to make her escape each time I tried to change her diaper. Middle of the night diaper changes, which normally are the easiest because she is sleepy and compliant, turned into a tag team Mom and Dad against toddler high-emotion wrestling match. She flailed, flopped, and flung herself around screaming like a wildbanshee fish out of water. She has never ever acted this way before. I don’t blame her, the area on her bum turned from pink spots to raw, irritated red rash quickly. Luckily it didn’t get bad enough to bleed, like in the horror stories my sister and babysitter told me when I asked for advice.
A&D ointment that was recommended to me only seemed to make her feel worse, but Desitin helped. I was also recommeded Butt Paste and Triple Paste, but told that it was really strong and I worried that it would bother her sensative skin. Baby wipes, even sensitive ones, bothered her, so I began to use small pieces of damp paper towel to wipe her bottom.
Finally, time spent in front of TV watching cartoon movie trailers on YouTube while sitting butt naked on a towel helped turn the tide. (This is the ONLY thing that would keep her still enough to keep her pants off so she could air out and not pee all over the whole house – the kid is NEVER still except in her sleep.) I kept religiously changing her diaper and keeping her pants off so I could tell right away when her diaper was dirty.
Now her rash is almost gone and each pee or diaper change no longer begins a tantrum. She-Hulk is gone and my sweet girl is back. Hopefully our first dance with diaper rash is also our last, but who knows. If it is not, at least we have this experience under our belt now.