Claire has been plagued with a diaper rash that has been unresponsive to all of the usual treatments. My first line of defense is Desitin, and it has always done the trick in the past. I've also tried the "air it out" method, although this is potentially very messy. Nothing was working.
After discussing this latest diaper rash with her daycare teachers, one suggested that it looked like yeast. While this woman isn't a doctor, I can guarantee that she's seen more bare bottoms than most. She suggested that athlete's foot cream might be a useful treatment. This advice was confirmed with my husband (whose M.D. allows him to bless me putting athlete's foot cream on our daughter's bottom) and the all-knowing Internet, and off I went to the grocery store to find some of this magical medicine.
I chatted with Claire as I looked through the pharmacy section for our desired remedy. Back and forth, back and forth, I drove the cart past everything from cough drops to stool softeners. No athlete's foot cream was to be found. After my third pass through the aisles, I was trying hard not to look like a young man contemplating his first purchase of condoms.
Then I spotted it. It wasn't athlete's foot cream, but I knew that it would have the same effect. After all, an anti-fungal is an anti-fungal, or so mama always said. Yes, indeed. That is how I found myself standing there contemplating the purchase of jock itch relief.
I looked at Claire, then back at the jock itch options, and considered just how much I loved her. Did I love her enough to deal with the smirk of the grocery clerk as she scanned the jock itch cream? Would I be left standing there, motivated by my insecurity to explain that it was actually for the baby girl smiling a five-toothed grin at her from the seat of the grocery cart? Or would I just try to act cool, like having jock itch was no big deal? This decision was too difficult.
DIAPERS! We needed diapers and they were right there in the next aisle over. I could hide in the comfort of the baby care aisle, a place where I clearly belonged, and where the decision between a diaper mega pack or super mega pack would occupy me for a bit while I worked up the nerve to make my other selection.
Grabbing some diapers, I turned and put the package in the cart. Something caught my eye and my heart raced as I realized that I had been saved just this once from having to choose between my daughter's well-being and jock itch cream. There, just across from the baby care, was the foot care - a whole section of foot care. Brand name and generic options for athlete's foot cream and some simply labeled "anti-fungal."
Was it simply serendipity, or careful store planning for the sake of mothers like me?