Now, in addition to a spectacular bout of cradle cap blossoming across Violet’s little noggin, she also some sort of yeast infection moldering among the folds of her neck. It started out as a minor, roundish spot of raw-looking skin, and over the last three days, it matured into a collar of angry, red patches stretching from one ear to the other. We tried patting the folds dry, we tried washing the area with soap, we applied cornstarch and, lastly, talc, but every attempt left Violet screaming and the red skin unchanged. The doctor told us today that both afflictions are nothing to worry about, that most babies get one, the other, or both. She said with a dab or two of double antibiotic ointment, the yeast will clear up, and that the cradle cap will disappear when it’s ready. Her words are comforting to a degree, but this morning, I couldn’t help picturing driving back to the hospital and walking up to the front door, huddled around Violet, our feet wet in the snow, asking if they would let us back in - explaining that we need a little more time before we’re ready to be on our own.