As I've previously confessed, I didn't do a whole lot of preparation for life after baby's arrival. I certainly didn't read any books, so aside from watching
The Happiest Baby on the Block DVD, we were pretty much flying by the seat of our pants when it came to taking care of the Muffin Man. As a result, for the first two weeks of my son's life on Earth we didn't put any diaper rash cream on the poor kid. Apparently, I'd heard somewhere that babies who are exclusively breast fed don't get diaper rash, so I (stupidly) left the kid's butt unprotected against the humid, nasty environment of his diapers. Not surprisingly, the Muffin Man ended up with a horrible, red rash that resulted in hours of screaming and an extra trip to the Pediatrician's office for a prescription diaper cream. Thankfully, the diaper rash healed quickly. And I'm sure I'll get over my guilt with regards to my negligent parenting by the time my son is about thirty.
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