My Grandson Wouldn’t Stop Crying While His Parents Were Shopping—Then I Opened His Diaper and Ran to the ER

This was not angry crying.
Not hungry crying.
Not tired crying.

This sounded like pain.

Real pain.

My heart started beating harder as I laid him gently on the changing table in the nursery. “Okay, sweetheart,” I murmured, though my own voice had gone thin. “Grandma’s checking. Grandma’s checking.”

His tiny face was bright red. His fists were clenched. His whole body was tight.

I unzipped his sleeper.

The moment I lifted his clothes and opened the diaper, I froze.

For one terrible second, my mind refused to understand what I was seeing.