My daughter, Bunny, got a rash. Not just a little, lets-use-prefolds-and-wool rash, but a rash so bad that it required some naked time and even a thick dose of rash cream. It was awful.
It was all my fault, too. My precious little daughter normally avoids rashes due to her wonderful cloth diapers, but she’s also the type of baby who doesn’t really mind walking around in her own poop or pee, so she doesn’t exactly let me know if she needs a diaper change. That, coupled with the fact that she hates getting her diaper changed and fights me tooth and nail meant that I left her in not one, but two poopy cloth diapers for far too long over the course of two days. So the rash that she got from the first poopy cloth diaper was intensified to open sores and bleeding when I didn’t catch her second poopy diaper in time.