Henry Couldn’t Handle It
The howling became more frequent and intense. Sarah tried to console Noah, but he wouldn't stop crying. He seemed fine, and he didn’t even have a fever.
She was exhausted from trying to balance her work and taking care of a fussy baby. Sometimes, she begged Henry to stay at home and help, but he always put his job first. He told her that it was a woman’s duty to take care of the children. 
It’s Coming From Noah
The next evening, as Sarah changed Noah's diaper, she noticed a brown stain on it that she hadn't seen before. The smell was unbearable, and she had to hold back her gag reflex. "Henry, come here!" Sarah called out, her voice trembling.
Henry hurried into the room and immediately wrinkled his nose at the stench. "What is that smell?" He told her to flip the baby over to check his diaper.
There Must Be More To This
"Sarah, something's not right," Henry said, his voice laced with worry as he glanced over at his wife, who was buried in her work at her home office. "Sparky won't stop howling whenever Noah's around. And Noah... he's been crying more than usual."
Sarah shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "I don't know. I just noticed this brown stain on Noah's diaper. I think he’s sick," she cried. She tried to get Henry to figure it out himself.
A Faulty Diaper
Sarah looked up from her computer, exhaustion evident in her eyes. "I don't know, Henry. Maybe Noah's just going through a phase. Babies cry, it's normal."
"But not like this," Henry insisted, his heart aching at the sound of his son's cries. "And Sparky... he's trying to tell us something." He was annoyed at his wife’s don’t care attitude; she could try harder. He suspected that she was using the wrong brand of diaper.
