Based on the title of this post, you’re probably expecting me to finally talk about poop. I mean really, as a new mom, it was only a matter of time right? You’d be surprised how often the topic of your child’s number two comes up in a daily conversation with your significant other or your own mother.
Those of you who are completely grossed out raise your hand!
Well good news! That’s not the focus of this post at all!
So the extent of TMI (too much information) that I’ll share is that around Labour Day weekend, poor Missy Moo had a really nasty diaper rash. It was really surprising since she’s never had a problem before, but there’s a first time for everything.
When it started, we made sure to change her frequently and put on lots of cream to try and get things back to normal. I won’t get into all the strategies, but lets just say when it kept getting worse, I started looking up any traditional remedies I could find. I was willig to try anything.
Then I read online about applying burnt flour to a baby’s bum.
Not sure why it would help, but I wasn’t going to question the Internet. Cause it only tells me the truth, right? RIGHT?!?!
Oh Internet, you didn’t steer me wrong, but with a combination of being stressed about little miss’s current condition, plus my poor sleep habits of late, it didn’t help that my ADHD was on high alert lately.
You know where this is going right?
I found instructions for burnt flour online.
Oh Internet, there you go putting me into that false sense of security.
I put my frying pan on medium, loaded with some white flour. I stood over it and stirred it a lot, but when you put cold flour in a pan that’s also cold and just starting to heat up, not much is going to happen right away.
So I decided to leave it for a bit. I sat down in front of my laptop in the kitchen.
Now, now Internet. Don’t be a distraction. I have stuff to do! But wait, there’s a funny picture posted on Facebook, and a news alert just came into my email. What was that I just saw on Twitter?
The next thing I knew I smelled something absolutely disgusting. I thought maybe one of our heaters had kicked in and it had that burnt smell you get after the summer when you have electrical heating. I was still sitting face first into my laptop when I looked up, glanced at the stove and went, “Oh damn! The flour!”
Yes ladies and gentlemen – I burnt flour alright. Boy did I ever! I think I can still smell it’s disgusting odor.
Luckily we have more than one frying pan in our possession. So I made a second attempt and this time didn’t let señor Internet distract me.
Ironically enough, I brought Missy Moo to our doctor two days later and he confirmed it wasn’t a standard diaper rash, but it was quite common and he advised that we needed a prescription cream to get rid of it. In less than a week, she was perfect once again. So did the burnt flour do anything besides burn my nostrils? I have no idea. Let’s just say that at the very least it didn’t make things worse.
So that was my adventure in burning something intentionally, but doing it a little too well!