  Eleanor cried out at the dinner table in utter pain, and panic at feeling utter pain. I grabbed her to me and held her close, rocking as she shrieked.
No one knew why she hurt, we only knew that, suddenly, she hurt. A few moments later, Ella et al somewhat calmer, we discovered the root of the weeping and wailing as we took off her diaper, exposing a nasty, acidic BM and red, irritated skin left in its wake.
Her skin is so fair and sensitive, it develops giant red whelps in response to every irritant, but this perpetrator especially looked painful. We ran an oatmeal bath and put her in it. She stood, rather than sat and if any water splashed toward her bottom she cried out "ow" with a heart piercing tone. She must have been holding her urine for fear of the pain its acidity would bring on her raw skin because in the warm water she immediately let forth a stream of pee, and proceeded to cry out at the pain it incurred.
I looked at John for advice or guidance. What could we do to help her? Without speaking he began unbuttoning his shirt and took off his pants and got in the bath water. It was brilliant, the water level rose quickly and she was simultaneously immersed by the water and relaxed by dad's presence.
What a dad! Oatmeal and pee and, yes, relief for all! Just before he stepped in, I had reminded him of the pee in the water. He recited rote from some space station manual, "urine is not a biohazard. " True enough, it's just water and salt and a little urea, but it would have grossed me out. I watched my happy daughter and husband play with rubber duckies in the bath, loving each other, and I overflowed with love for both of them. 
