Ah the wonder of kids. It's easy to get caught up in "every day is a miracle" type of groove. But nothing shines a klieg light of reality to a glowing parent than a stomach bug.
A week before our vacation, Maceo was sent home from daycare because of diarrhea. So we're thinking: a couple days on the "B.R.A.T." diet thing (Bananas, Rice, Applesauce, Toast, plus lean meats and other healthy stuff) and he'll be good to go for our road trip. Well, five days later, he's far from regular, still shooting dirty brown dish water from his poor sore hole. We filled a Diaper Genie in two days. The diaper rash got bad--his butthole looks like Ronald McDonald puckered up and planted a big one on his starfish. Advice nurse says it takes 7-9 days for diarrhea to completely exit.
Now we're getting nervous, we don't want to drive him five hours with his bunghole and intestinal tract in disrepair. We postpone our vacation a day to make sure he's 100 percent. Though his rear end is healing, he's still crapping more than his fair share. Then today he got a fever. A day late and faced with a new potential malady ahead, we cancel our vacation to nurse our little guy to health. Dag!
I implore Desitin to investigate a new line of diaper rash soothers: Desitin Pookie Popsickles. Pull one from the freezer, roll them around the affected area. Cools, soothes, relieves with healing lanolin and protective zinc oxide. You see? With vacation shot and no work, my brain is left with nothing but time.