Feeling GUILTY about something, m’dear? (she knows she’s not supposed to be in that drawer!)

I have quite a few things on my mind lately… one of them is baby disaster preparedness. Especially since I keep reading blog posts by mommies who have had an emergency and are reminding others to be prepared. I keep thinking it won’t happen to me, which isn’t good. So far it’s been a very smooth nine months for our family – the worst Emma has had is a cold, which wasn’t severe at all. It gave us some extra cuddling time, really.

Here’s one of the posts from 5 Minutes for Parenting (awesome sister site to 5 Minutes for Mom):

1-800-222-1222 (Poison Control Center’s National Number)

Basically what happened is Megan and her husband BOTH gave Tyenol to their baby without the other knowing it, something that could happen to anyone. Thankfully Megan only administered half a dose, so it wasn’t a full double-dose. Still, it was extremely scary for them, as you can imagine. She has some wonderful tips on that post that will help us to avoid that mistake and possible tragedy. I’m definitely following them myself.


My mom used to say (okay, she still says it) that mommies die a thousand deaths for their kids. I knew what she meant, but not like I do now. Until your child scares the living daylights out of you, you can’t completely understand. When Emma was sick last month with her first cold, I had a couple of those scares in the space of about 20 minutes. Emma hasn’t had trouble eating small bits of soft chicken or cheerios or unsalted saltine crackers, but that day was different. I guess her throat was swollen a bit from being sick (she was acting happy and fine so I thought it was mostly over) because she started choking, gagging, and turning red, and I had to pull a piece of food out of her throat. It was very scary. I took away the food she was eating and gave her a cracker after that. So what happens? She chokes AGAIN! And it’s the worst feeling in the world when you think your baby can’t breathe, I’ll tell you. I was shaking and crying after that (picture me yelling John’s name and patting her back in panic while holding her arms up – AGAIN!). Then I banned her to nothing but breastmilk (or liquids) for the rest of her life. My bark is bigger than my bite, though – the next day she was snacking again.


This morning I thought about how mobile she is. Nothing is safe anymore. I have to worry about things falling on her, about her opening a cupboard and chewing on something poison, and in the summer months I’ll worry about her getting through the screen door onto our patio (we live on an upper level in an apartment). The only good thing about our patio is that there isn’t any way for her to fall through slats – it’s pretty safe. Still… the day I stop worrying she’ll probably jump like a kangaroo or something. So I won’t stop being cautious. Anyway, my mom tells me I was an escape artist, climbing out of everything. So yeah. It could be genetic.

As soon as I get off of here I’m going to put all the cleaners under our kitchen sink somewhere high. Thanks to my grandma for warning me about that – it’s so nice to have women in my life who don’t mind giving me hints. I don’t consider those kinds of warnings nagging at ALL. It would be worse if something happened because no one had told me. So thanks to my mom and my grandma for being supportive! :-)

Safety tip #2076: No matter how cute, don’t put your child in poses that are potentially hazardous… right after this she slipped off and bumped her head on the linoleum. *sigh* I felt so bad!

Do you have any safety tips or scares to share?

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6 Responses to Dying a Thousand Deaths

  • When you were about a year old we had a long screened porch with doors on both ends and you would sit in your walker and trot the length back and forth. One day I walked out of one of the doors and down the stairs for just a second to do something. There was a drywall bucket of water next to the stairs and you made your way to the stairs and fell upside down, walker still attached to you, into that bucket of water. I was there to pull you out, but what if I hadn’t been? Hence, the quote, “I’ve died a thousand deaths”. I give God the glory for that blessed moment.

  • Thank you for rescuing me! lol

    Another reason I’m so happy to be at home to watch my baby. What if someone else had been there and not saved me because they’re not as focused on the child as mommies are… well, God would still be in control.

    Funny I don’t remember that incident. ;-) Maybe that’s why I’m not a huge risk-taker now. lol

  • As far as poisons around the house. You don’t need those store cleaners, etc. You can clean everything with baking soda and white vineagar. Why take the chance, and it’s cheap, too.

  • I don’t have children, but have been baby-proofing my house because of my baby cousin. She’s older than your little girl — walking and climbing — so I’m trying to secure or get rid of things that are top-heavy that she could pull down on herself.

    Last night I remembered that several of the very tall bookshelves in my house are not bolted to the wall. They came with hardware to bolt them to the wall, but I decided not to bother with it since I didn’t have children. I’m definitely going to be doing this now, though.

    I’m also going to rearrange my smaller, free-standing shelves so that the heaviest books are on the bottom, so if she does happen to climb on them, they’re unlikely to tip over.

    One thing that I’ve always been vigilant about as a babysitter is keeping doors to stairways closed or having a baby gate there at all times, even if I think I won’t need it. As a 2 year old, one of my friends wanted to show a glass bottle to his father. His father was in the basement. My friend fell down the stairs and the bottle shattered underneath him. He was badly cut under one of his eyes — if the glass had gone just an inch higher he would have lost his eye. His mother says she still has nightmares about looking down the steps and seeing him covered in blood, crying.

  • My husband and I decided that I would be the only person in the house to give medicines. That way there was no question of dosage.

    My son climbed up on the counter one day and got a hold of the kitchen cleaner that was in the cabinet. He sprayed it in his eyes. So we not only have it up high the door to the cleaners is locked with a magnet lock and we have hidden the key.

  • We all want our kids to be safe, of course. But with some kids, like my nephew, you get to the point where you just sigh and are glad that they live to be grownups!

    Kids are tough, so don’t worry quite so much!

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