No it isn’t a typo. Little A, actually went by that name for a few weeks back when she was younger, well..younger than she is now. Probably around five months. She developed a very bad looking rash on her underarm, which was immediately diagnosed by yours truly, as heat boils (never diagnose your child! Never!)
Pretty soon the rash was a usual sight and I got used to it as it wasn’t doing anything. I was just going to have to teach her to love her body the way it is. My baby did not seem uncomfortable, and it did not spread so I thought , if she is fine…I’m fine too. And then it got worse.
One day she had a terrible diaper rash. It was bad. The skin around her crotch was gooey and wet. She looked like she was in so much pain. On checking with the doctor, we found out that rashes were actually pretty common in babies (revelation!). The doctor did not look worried at all, and the rash cleared itself in a few days with a simple ointment. So far so good yea?
A, then devolped really pink cheeks, really pink. It was cute in the beginning but then it started to break out and looked like a horror movie. It was worse under the sun, again, I dint bother and assumed it was becaus she was just extra sensitive to the light. Finally when her skin was almost red, we got that checked out. Apparently, that was common as well. Contractual dermatitis. Again, it cleared within a few days with a simple ointment.
This was about the time when hell broke loose. I was bathing her one day and found gigantic sores under her waist around her hips. It was as if the rash had migrated to her hips. I was terrified, these things were humongous. We got that diagnosed from a dermatologist, because we knew this timeless needed to pull out the big guns.
The derm aka the big guns pulled out a camera he had sitting on his desk and started clicking pictures of my daughters sores. At this point a lot of things were on my mind. Did A actually have something that bad? Was it something rare and dangerous? Are we doomed?
So after casually passing a comment on how taking care of the child is a mothers job, (just because little A wouldn’t leave her daddy that day and ended up sitting on his lap), he looked at us and told us our little angel had scabies.
What?! I had no idea what that was. But it sounded really scary.I couldn’t wait to get back home and google the crap out of it. I looked at my daughter and smiled, because she was laughing , babbling away happily, having absolutely no clue that she has small mites crawling underneath her skin. Suddenly the sleepless nights made a lot of sense. The wriggling, the crying, the rashes…. My world came crashing down.
We got it all sorted out within a few days. Turns out I was infected as well. Some people in the house had it too. We were giving it to each other. The doctor mentioned it to us only during the second visit, the decontamination was supposed to be a family thing!
I learnt a lot of things from this ordeal. Just because I like lists a lot, because who reads a whole freaking paragraph, when you can have them all bulleted for you!!!
1. Google is not your friend. Period.
Sure it helped me a lot during my pregnancy to keep track of the little grapefruit growing inside me. But once the grape fruit is out, shit gets real. Every cough can be life threatening and every rash is a disease. So ofcourse it was very successful in convincing me that this condition will definitely live up to its name….. ‘Seven year itch’!
2. Love usually comes from someone close, so does infection.
Turns out the whole ordeal started from my dad,s mothers village which is miles away from proper civilisation. We tried to knock some sense into them by explaining the reason the behind their scratchy skin. They looked at us with amused faces. We also told them it might be because of mite poop, their amused faces started laughing. Well, at least we tried.
3. Babies are stronger than what we give them credit for.
Little A bounced back perfectly fine after the whole thing. She doesn’t flinch when she gets her shots. Sometimes I think, all the itching has basically numbed her. Or maybe she is just has high tolerance. What ever it is, I’m still awestruck at how well she beaded it all. I mean, we did not find out until it was really bad.
To sum it all.
Did it scare the life out of me…duh yes! I was shivering for no reason one night, apparently it was because I was really scared…. From the inside.
but it has also made me stronger and more prepared for the future. As a mother I just want to build a bubble around my precious little girl protecting her from everything possible. Sometimes, it’s okay to let that bubble burst, because once it does…. You realise you were strong all this time. After all, we pushed a soccer ball out of our vaginas!!