January 29, 2014
Dealing with a Grandson's Diaper Rash
My little grandson fell asleep a few minutes ago, so I thought I would steal some time away to write a post.
I am caring for my grandson today and he has a horrible diaper rash. He is cutting teeth and recently had an ear infection. His parents have him in disposable diapers. Today I took the big risk of letting him run around diaper free to get air to the infected area. (He is 11 months old and started walking 3 weeks ago.) He liked it so much that I hope that he doesn't think that this will be the normal routine at Grandma's house.
I have taken some flannel fabric and fashioned little diapers to keep on him. They are loose so fresh air can get to his sore bottom. This has only helped a little and while we have been putting a good quality and highly recommended diaper cream on his back side, it isn't getting much better. So Ryan is going to the doctor today and hopefully the doctor will prescribe a prescription diaper cream.
My grandson, Ryan, is my only grandchild and he is the son of my eldest son, Mike. When Mike was around the same age he developed a horrible diaper rash. Caring for Ryan has brought all of that back to me. It is hard to clean the infected rash as it is very painful for a baby. I have taken pieces of flannel and soaked them in warm water with a little soap and carefully cleaned Ryan. It is still painful, but not as harsh as baby wipes. Even the alcohol free wipes bothered him. Try and get a diaper clean while the child is screaming because of the pain and it will bring tears to your eyes.
I have put him in a warm water bath, but he won't sit down so I let him stand while I drizzle warm soap water over his butt and genitals. Even still, he cries from the pain. Then I pick him up, wrap him in a towel and let him rest on my lap. By the time I smear him with the diaper cream and a fresh diaper, he is exhausted and so am I. He rests his head on my shoulder and I rock him until he is ready to get down.
Rocking him brought to mind the old hymns of the church that I grew up knowing. I have sung to him "What a Friend we Have in Jesus," "Trust and Obey" and "Just a Closer Walk with Thee."
It is a labor of love to care for him and I am especially thankful that I can give him the extra care and attention that he needs at this time in order to conquer the rash.
This is what it is all about. I thought I would only care for him 2 times a week, before he was born. Then I cared for him 4 days a week and now 3 days a week. My daughter in law has found a wonderful babysitter for Ryan to go to 2 days a week, so I can get a break and so Ryan can interact with other children.
The sad part about Ryan being sick is that my daughter in law's mother died in July last year. She was in her 50's and she had a long struggle with cancer. I try very hard to help out all I can with Ryan and I also try hard not to butt in. It is a balance. But I can't help but think that when Ryan is sick that my daughter in law wishes that she had her mother to call on for advice. It always makes me sad to think that she lost her mom shortly after Ryan was born.
My goal is to pick up the slack, be respectful and not offer advice when she doesn't need it and be there when she asks for it. It is a balance.
When Ryan's other grandmother was in hospice I promised her that every time I kissed little Ryan that I would always give him two kisses, 1 from me and 1 from her. I also promised her that I would always tell him about her and that he would always grow up hearing from me about his Grandma Carol.