I know I’ve expressed a hatred for teething, and a dislike for toilet training, but this goes far beyond that. This isn’t something that happens as the initiation to childhood or as the bitter part of a moment which turns into something beautiful. This is horrendous.
Eczema, you have turned my child into an enraged psychopath.
You’ve turned change time into a war. I look like a crazy person trying to hold him down while he screams as the fresh air awakes his itchy skin. I spend my time trying to be calm while I wrestle a growing child who’s hands won’t stop itching and grabbing. Bath time is no longer enjoyable. He doesn’t even play. You have taken the joy of splashing from him. He only writhes around in discomfort as he tries furiously to squelch the annoyance of you.
You have me longing for sleep, as you wake him through the night to claw at the creases of skin you infest. I fear that my child may never actually sleep through the night, or go calmly.
I loathe you, eczema.
We’ve tried countless remedies to defeat your anguish, but nothing seems to help. Once it seems you have relented, you come back more terrible. You reduce my baby to a bleeding, crying and whimpering uncomfortable soul. He still remains in your grasp despite all of our attempts to control you or pinpoint what angers you.
As a mother, it hurts me to see my baby in pain or even discomfort. Watching him be plagued Day and night since his first weeks of life, and from every moment since.
He has had enough, and I have had enough of you. Please go away and never show yourself again.