My son is 20-months old. He has had chronic eczema for almost a year. Our pediatrician has given us every ointment, cream and remedy known to man. About a month ago we were in her office being treated for an ear infection. She noticed the eczema was still raging.
Pediatrician: I have one last remedy I want you to try to treat your son’s eczema.
Me: OK. What’s that?
Pediatrician: Crisco. Smother him with Crisco before he goes to bed. Cover him with his pajamas. It works like a charm. I use it on my own children.
Me: Crisco? You mean the stuff you use for fried chicken?
Pediatrician: Yep. Give that a try and let me know how it works.
So I went that day to the store and bought a big tub of Crisco shortening. The thought of scooping up a wad of it and smothering it on my son’s body made me want to gag. The Crisco sat in my pantry for a month…until last night. We came home from gymnastics and my son was blazing red from head to toe. His eczema was the worst I had ever seen it. Okay honey, time for the Crisco. We rocks/paper/scissored over who had to do the dirty job. I lost. I rolled up my sleeves, sunk my hand in the Crisco jug and began my duty as Nurse Mom. Time for bed.
I was eager to wake up this morning and strip down my son to see if the Crisco had worked it’s magic. IT DID! Less than 12 hours after applying the Crisco, my son had just a slight trace of his eczema left. I wish I had taken before and after photos, but I was truly sceptical that the Crisco would not possibly work.
I smothered my son again this morning before he went to school and informed his teachers that he will be a little slippery when they change his diaper. I am hoping that his will be the end to our battle with eczema!