A Cause For Concern
Sarah sighed, pushing her chair back and standing up. "Alright, let's check on Noah together." She made it known that she was stopping her work to check on Noah.
As they approached the crib, a pungent odor assaulted their senses. Sarah's eyes widened in horror as she noticed a brown stain spreading on Noah's diaper. "Oh my God, Henry, I didn't see this before," she exclaimed, her hands shaking.
The Baby Is Sick
Henry's stomach churned with dread. "We need to see what's causing this. Maybe that's why Noah's been crying so much."
With trembling hands, Sarah carefully flipped Noah over, revealing a mess far worse than they had anticipated. Noah whimpered in discomfort; his tiny body wracked with pain. "He's got diarrhea," Sarah whispered, her voice trembling with fear. "Oh, Henry, what do we do?"
Parents In Action
Henry tried to take control of the situation but he didn’t know where anything in the house was kept. Sarah was already changing his diaper and cleaning him up.
"We need to clean him up and get him some medication," Henry replied, his mind racing with worry. "He must be in so much pain." He shuffled through the cupboards looking for things as Sarah instructed him.
