I'm SO Not Winning Mother of the Year
At least not tonight. First, let me say Peanut is fine. Second, let me tell you about my first call to the Poison Control Center. Every night before tubby/family shower time, Peanut gets some time to play on the floor in her room. We usually let her play diaper-less, helps her learn how to move around. Tonight she, um, had a little poop escape while playing. No biggie, out came the wipes, we put a diaper on her, and play continued. She was very interested in the wipe bag (Costco's Kirkland Wipes) and we just thought it was so neat that she scooted/pulled herself over to them that we'd let her play with the bag. Good reward, yeah? No. Turns out, it was leaking a bit. So, we cleaned it off her, and I, armed with the offending bag and list of ingredients, called the poison control center. All the while thinking oh my god, I hope she'll be okay. After the nice nurse on the line informed me that those wipes are not even listed for her (among all the rest) and since there is no alcohol in them we're safe...my second thought was, I wonder what this woman thinks of us for allowing her to play with such a thing? I got over that pretty quickly...I mean, it wasn't like it was the Clorox bottle. So, sorry little Peanut, Mommy's bad. We'll find a safer crinkly bag for you to learn to crawl towards.