No, Baby, Desitin is NOT for Eating!

Well, it finally happened - we had to call the poison control hotline Sunday morning.

Blake and I were busy getting ready for Mass (and Isabelle's birthday party), and Isabelle was playing in her walker.  I knew she had wandered into her nursery and was probably pulling her diapers off the changing table (which she did), but I didn't think there was anything else she could get into.  I was so wrong. 


I went into the nursery to get her dressed, and she walked out holding the open Desitin tube with its contents smeared all over her arms, face, and lips (for those of you without kids, Desitin is white, pasty diaper rash cream), and she had a HUGE smile like she was just SO proud of herself!  I screamed for Blake to come, and he took the Desitin.  He read on the tube that we should contact poison control.  I cleaned her up while he was on the phone and desperately tried (and failed) to calm down.  Even though it was all over her lips, I didn't see any in her mouth, so I don't think she swallowed any.  But we couldn't take that chance.  The man from the poison control hotline told Blake that the Desitin wouldn't hurt her unless she had swallowed a big glob of it and it got stuck in her throat - he said just give her some juice and she'll be fine. 

*Sigh of Relief*

(I have to add this:  For those of you who know my husband, he's probably told this story.  For those of you who REALLY know my husband, you know that he also exaggerates.  A LOT.  Yes, I freaked out a little.  Yes, I was distraught.  And yes, I cried.  But I was not nearly as bad as he's making me out to be!)

Anyway, talk about a wake-up call!  There's nothing like having to call poison control to make you feel like the worst parent ever - you just want to shoot yourself!  I need to do a better job of baby-proofing my house.  I need to be more aware of what Isabelle is doing at every second.  And, I now have poison control's hotline programmed into my phone.