Wednesday, October 22, 2008

mind bleach

I am writing for the sole purpose of getting a certain image out of my brain. This is my vain hope that talking about it (HA) will somehow magically remove said image from my mind's eye and leave me free to cartwheel around the house (or not).

Here's the deal: I just put Alice down for a nap. But before I did, I changed her diaper. Her diaper, which I realized a leeeeeeetle late, the same diaper that hadn't been changed in, let's say, A WHILE. Anyway, I'm doing the diaper change thing, and Alice is doing her wriggly thing, and it's all going just great. And then I'm all, "Look at that poopy diaper, sweetie!" And then she's all, "Whatever." And then I'm all, "Let's just wipe, wipe, wipe!" And she's all, "That's fine, whatev----EEEEEE!!!! EEEEEE!!!! EEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (hold breath) SCREEEEEEEEAAAAAAMMMM!!!!!"

And that's when I noticed the horrid red red RED RED ANGRY I'M GOING TO HURT YOU LITTLE GIRL HURT YOU REAL BAD DIAPER RASH.

This is the image that is junking up my head: the RASH and me WIPING and her SCREAMING and me APOLOGIZING and her SCREAMING and me (I'll admit it) CRYING. Oh my. That was just not a pleasant afternoon activity, my friends.

There are a million things I'm going to do as a parent that are neither glamorous, enjoyable, or particularly fun for Alice. I know that this is just one of those things. And some of you sage moms out there are going to tell me that it's totally normal and I'll get used to it. But dude. That's a very sensitive area. And I certainly wouldn't want someone scrubbing down there when it's all OUCHY. I'm just saying.

There were generous slathers of Desitin, and lots of hugs and kisses after that. Alice is asleep now. But I can't get this thing out of my head.

I need to scrub my brain with some comet or something. Anyone have some handy?

8 comments:

Kristi said...

Ouch. When my daughter was a baby she had diaper rash all the time. Her skin was super sensitive! It killed me every time I had to change her!

Alice said...

oooh poor alice! and poor whimsy :-( i hope the brain bleach worked...

Kathy said...

Oh ouch!

stacie d said...

I was afraid for a second that this story was going to go in the direction of our infamous "Pooh Incident" ... I'm glad that didn't happen. But sad for Alice's ouchyplace.

emily said...

sage mommy here ... don't worry your pretty little head over this too much ... remember when you dropped her? (sorry to bring up a sad subject - but illustrating my point) she's totally fine and has recovered and won't EVER remember that ... this too will be wiped from her memory when she wakes in the morning and you have a fresh start!
by the way ... corn starch may help heal the sore bum too and you don't have to get it on your hands in the process of applying it to her bottom, which is a plus!

Cherish said...

aww poor sweet thing! Im kinda immune to this type of thing after four of them, but I do remember it well. Hang in there

wandering nana said...

Oh, you poor thing and poor little Alice. The wipes don't help so it really wasn't your fault. You are such a good mom.

artemisia said...

Oh, the little Bean's bum hurts! Poor thing! She will be okay, and so will you. Now, imagine her happy, grinning face after her nap, patty-cake, giggles....

Mind scrubbed? Hope so.