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

straight through me. It was sharp, strained, full of discomfort. I had raised children. I knew the difference.

I lifted him, rocked him, whispered to him. I even hummed the old tune I used to sing to my own son when he was little. But nothing helped. In fact, the longer I soothed, the more distressed he seemed.

His tiny body tensed in my arms, curling continue reading …