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

waving down the nearest taxi.

The driver, hearing the baby’s cries and seeing my anxiety, didn’t ask many questions. He simply nodded and drove as quickly as he safely could down the Castellana. Every stoplight felt endless.

I cradled the baby and stroked his forehead, whispering whatever comfort I could offer. Nothing soothed him.

“Almost there,” the continue reading …