My almost-five-month-old son has had a terrible case of eczema, combined with another general rash, for weeks now. I hesitate to kiss his raw cheeks. Sometimes I'm embarrassed by the unsightliness of the redness. I loathe the smell of the Vaseline that covers him, and how it is systematically ruining any fabric his little head touches.
But. He smiles at every doctor we have seen for this. Every nurse. Every receptionist. They are astounded at how gleeful this little boy is, in spite of his misery and discomfort.
Have I got a lot to learn.
But. He smiles at every doctor we have seen for this. Every nurse. Every receptionist. They are astounded at how gleeful this little boy is, in spite of his misery and discomfort.
Have I got a lot to learn.
 |
| Little L at Christmastime, before stuff got real. |
No comments:
Post a Comment