A simple creature
Maelie is a simple creature. She makes her needs known and we tend to them. She’s never been described as cranky, disgruntled or angry. I don’t even think she’s cried for longer than a minute.
Let’s back up to yesterday. She didn’t want to nap longer than 45 minutes and even then, she’d wake up obviously still tired. Maybe it’s teething? All my kids got their teeth early with the first bottom two breaking through at 3 and 4 months respectively.
No, no excessive drooling or little teeth buds under the gum surface.
But what is it? Is she just going to become a cranky baby?
My Mom took Claire and Luca to the mall and as soon as they left, I figured she’d want a bath. She loves baths. And it was when I took off her onsie that it became obviously clear as to why she was upset.
Under her right armpit, she was raw. I mean RAW. Red, obviously irritated, raw. That’s apparently where all her spit up would settle. So imagine if you will, stomach acids sitting on your skin in a dark place…it’s a yeast party. And boy did it ever smell yeasty.
How on Earth did I miss this?
Easy. Last night, when we went to bathe her, she was finally asleep and I hadn’t the heart to wake her. So the onsie she was in all day stayed on her through the night. And then this morning, she was changed in a darkish room.
Not to mention, we jokingly call her right arm her “stroke arm,” because she holds it tight to her body in a fist as if it’s contracted like someone who’s had a stroke. She only does this when she’s laying on her back, just like every time we change her.
When I went to wash her armpit, oh. my. god. She screamed. And there were little baby tears. And her eyes looked at me like Mama, why are you letting me hurt like this? At that exact moment I felt like the biggest idiot in the entire world. My calm, easy tempered baby was in pain for two days because I dropped the ball.
She’s sleeping on my lap right now and I’m waiting for my Mom to drop off some Lotrimin cream and baby powder before I lay her down for what I’m expecting to be a very long nap. Poor thing.
So. What I’m trying to say is that even though I have three kids, I’m still learning. You never stop learning as a Mom. I may have seen it all, but I still unwillingly let things slip through the cracks. But one thing’s for sure, this’ll never happen again.
I’ve beaten myself up. Called myself an idiot, unqualified for motherhood, unobservant, dense, slow on the uptake…but then I stop. I realize that I’m a Mom and there’s no owners manual for the babies I’ve had. I just have to learn on the fly. Maelie is OK, sore, but OK. I’ve got the things I need to make her better and baby Tylenol on board. She’s sleeping on my lap, which is something she usually doesn’t allow. She likes to put herself to sleep in her Amby bed. So this translates to: exhausted Mae.
Maelie is a simple creature. And she’s beautiful.
You calm the storms, and you give me rest.
You hold me in your hands, you won’t let me fall.
You steal my heart, and you take my breath away.
–Everything by Lifehouse