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

The moment I saw it, my hands trembled.

The skin around his diaper area looked deeply irritated, red, and raw in a way that instantly explained his screams. It wasn’t dangerous, but to a baby that young, it must have felt unbearable.

His cries jolted me back into action. I bundled him in his blanket, held him close to my chest, and hurried out the door. Within moments, I was 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 driver said softly, as if his reassurance alone might help.

At the emergency entrance of San Carlos Clinical Hospital, I rushed through the sliding doors, breathless and afraid. A nurse took one look at my face and came straight toward us.

“My grandson… he’s been crying nonstop… please help him,” I managed to say.

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