Holden, my first, had quite the sensitive hinny. In the first few weeks I knew that Johnson and Johnson products were not for Holden. His booty would not settle for anything less than Pampers or Huggies. For awhile I would switch between whichever brand I could buy at a better price, but it came down to a lot more blow outs with Huggies for us. I do understand each brand of diapers fits each child differently. Just as I may not love a Fruit of the Loom under pant, you my dear mom friend may love them. We all have differently shaped bodies and some are more sensitive than others.
I also found after several months of shopping the best store for the best price on Pampers, driving out of my way to get a better deal, and hauling diaper boxes with a small child there was a light at the end of a dark shopping tunnel with Amazon Prime. Thank you Amazon for getting me the best deal with your subscribe and save every month! All I have to do is carry my diapers in from my front door step. Now begins a very sad story...
The picture I shared above you will see Holden wrapped in a burp cloth. Holden was barely a year old when we had a staff transition at our daycare. Let me say until this point we had great experiences with the daycare we were at. In one week a sever rash had broken out. I had addressed the issue with our daycare ladies. Over the weekend I had done extreme trial and error with several diaper rash cremes and had little results. Going into the next week I had cleared it up to just a faint, but chapped red. By Wednesday that week we had a blistering rash. I connected with the daycare's Coordinator where I was accused of being wrong. At this point I started searching for a new center.
That next weekend I found resolve in wrapping Holden in a burp cloth with heavy Lotrimin and Aquaphor pasted to his butt. He screamed in pain when he pooped. We didn't even wipe just threw him in the tub to gently wash. After a teary eyed heck of a time I had completely cleared the blistering rash over the weekend. I again called our Coordinator on Monday morning alerting her to my concern. I was finally called back on Wednesday and offered the opportunity to leave. On Monday the following week, we started a new center with a clear butt and have since had no issues with diapering. What they were doing or not doing I will still never know. What I do know is, I have the formula to successfully clearing up a diaper rash. I included links below to my favorite diapering products below....
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 Let me tell you about my morning... We had my son's last art class..we were late..we ended up leaving because of a tantrum he threw down..A BIG ONE. And as usual it was on a busy morning already and did not fit into MY plans. Did I want to LOSE MY SHIT, yes ma'am I did!! But I kept reminding myself not only was I in public at school, but the police station was a rocks throw away, but I AM the adult. I AM THE ADULT...do I feel like completely losing my shit and ugly crying over it all? YES. Have I before YES!! Are there days I DON'T WANT TO BE THE ADULT??...so many... Understanding THAT tantrum your child is throwing out...TO THEM..the WORLD IS ABSOLUTELY ENDING and will not continue on unless that TINY set of keys they insist on carrying around is found. OR WHATEVER THEY are stuck on at that moment. But I promise if you try not joining them in their emotions and stay level and as calm outwardly as God given possible. Things pass a lot sooner...and children are sure easier to teach than fixing an adult later on. Here's the tough part ladies. I'm over the public embarrassment...I straight make a queen chair out of wipe boxes in the shelving at Wal-Mart and ride out the show. Admission free to those who want to view. Welcome to the circus...THAT IS MY MONKEY! THE TOUGH PART is in a split second when world balance comes over them again and they are completely fine and asking about the large truck on the road...like nothing just happened. They CANNOT regulate emotions yet...proven fact. Their bodies flood with it all and to them they are drowning in it with no escape. And as fast as the flood comes in, like an ocean wave it's gone again. They are all safe on the beach making sand castles, happier than pigs in a mud puddle. BUT. MOMMA IS SWEPT OUT TO SEA...there is no split second and it's off our shoulders which are already so weighed down by life. We carry that shit with us...trying not to drown and then while trying to grab onto anything that makes sense and is logical to pull ourselves back in.. we criticize ourselves and even gain our own critic fan club if in public. Just FYI you ever do that eye roll or judgment look on another momma going thru this...KARMA IS A BITCH. Why don't you roll your eyes towards the constipation medication while you be hating and judging. Support for one another is so lacking in our society today..judgement easy to pass out...but that's another days topic. MOMMA you HAVE TO find YOUR board, branch, twig and start swimming! Grab onto forgiveness and saying sorry when you don't handle that tantrum the way you know you should. You get caught up in the emotions and LOSE YOUR SHIT RIGHT WITH THEIR SHIT forgive yourself! Say sorry in the calm of it all. And try it better the next time. Nobody has this parent thing figured out...NOBODY. And that book that claims to is written by someone without kids or heavily medicated. (I joke slightly). Let's just stop being so hard on ourselves. Set a standard BY YOU for YOU and try to find the beach. God bless and calm seas.
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