Let me preface all this by saying I made a mistake. With the best of intentions, I volunteered for the 16-20 month old class at our church two Sundays ago. Never did it cross my mind that by doing so, I would be exposing Griffin to an age group and germs he’s never come in contact with. And so I volunteered – and so he got what I brought home on my clothes.
Mainly it’s just a slight runny nose and some ick in his diaper. But the ick went unchecked as he was sleeping through the night like the amazing child he is. Diaper rash came quickly at that point, and it got out of hand.
Poor Griffin cried every time he went to the bathroom. He cried when we changed him because it was painful. We called the nurse, then went to the doctor, doing our best as parents to keep everything in check.
The office was busy that day, so when the doctor rushed in amid other morning checkups, she simply glanced at the situation before a quick diagnosis and instructions. We did what we were told. I used the store bought cream (as well as the coconut oil I had been using based on its anti-fungal properties), and did everything in the order she told us, step-by-step and rule-by-rule.
How was I to know she hadn’t given us the right instructions? Who am I to question whether she had told us everything we need to do?
A quick call into the nurse today let me know that I may need to find another Pediatrician. Today’s instructions were much different! Apparently we should have been allowing the Lotrimin to soak into the skin, never put it on any open wounds, and only use it up to 4 times a day. We needed to be keeping him out of a diaper as much as possible (yeah, that will be easy), and then putting up to a quarter inch of zinc-based diaper cream on top of everything once the diaper goes on.
But that wasn’t what upset me the most. The worst part of the conversation – in which the nurse managed to make me feel about the size of the tiniest ant – was when I asked her about the coconut oil. “Oh, we don’t recommend stuff like that here,” she was quick to say. “What we tell you to do is FDA approved. We just don’t know about that other stuff. I mean, I like the smell of it in my suntan lotion, but I don’t know about putting it on a baby’s bottom.”
Because chemicals are completely fine, but if it grows from the ground, steer clear.
And what they’ve told me to do isn’t helping. I clearly see her logic.
Immediately after this conversation I put in a call to another Pediatric group – one that combines traditional and natural medicine. A practice I had been intrigued by, because they understand parents’ fears regarding vaccines and antibiotics. A practice that I’m hoping will mesh with what I firmly believe, and what I feel my mama instinct constantly whispering.
Griffin will be going there for his one year check up – and God will heal his little bum by telling me how to do it.
You’d never know from his pictures that he’s less than 100%. He looks guilty though, doesn’t he? Maybe because he pooped on the floor in my bedroom during some naked time! Oh well, I definitely think the amber necklace is a hit with the Hawaiian shirt, don’t you?