I Found Something Alarming in My Grandson’s Diaper While Babysitting, and It Sent Us Racing to the Hospital

perfectly ordinary. I checked the room temperature, made a bottle, and settled onto the sofa with him tucked gently in my arms. He looked serene, eyelids fluttering, breathing slow and steady.

But only a few minutes later, as if someone had flipped a switch, he began to cry.

It wasn’t a soft fuss, or the restless sound of a hungry baby. This cry cut continue reading …