Saturday, October 13, 2012
Mae Bae and the Late Night Poison Control Call...
In those respects Mae Bae is a pretty easy two year old. She has tantrums sometimes, but not every day and they usually only last for about thirty seconds... because her little mind moves on, very quickly, to her next exploit, which generally has a goal of some sort, which she then focuses on whole-heartedly.
Lately, however, Mae's two great loves, climbing and getting into things she knows she's not supposed to be into, have overlapped. Maybe it's that she's become increasingly confident in her climbing ability, and now can focus on more than just hanging on to whatever she's climbing... maybe she's just more adept at opening things that babies aren't supposed to be opening... either way, it's making life a little more difficult and a lot more messy over here.
Take last night for example... Mae apparently decided to work on her container opening skills when I thought she was snugly in her bed.
Mae has been in a rather cranky mood for about four days. She's trying to give up her afternoon nap (which is her only nap), and while she can stay awake all day, she's in a pretty terrible mood by 5 pm, with tired little eyes and a short, tearful fuse. Usually going into her room at nap time time results in an energized Mae, whether she's slept or not, but this past week it hasn't. I can't help but wonder if she's getting a new tooth, or has some sort of mild bug.
They were instantly energized, with loud stomping footsteps running back and forth across the room. I tucked them back in twice and went downstairs and began to sew, listening for any sounds that indicated a disaster.
Silence settled in quickly. Now normally, during the day, silence is something to worry about. If I'm doing dishes and the girls are in the living room and silence falls over the living room it's a pretty good indicator that something suspicious is going on out there. But at night? At night silence has always meant that they're asleep... and they're both good little sleepers that usually sleep from 7:30 pm to 7:45 am, without night after night. And by now it was long past their bedtime.
Around midnight I was still sewing away when I heard a sound. It wasn't loud or particularly worrisome, but I decided to sneak upstairs to take a look.
And there they were.
The girls were together in Mae Bae's bed and the bottom sheet looked like about 50% of it was soaking wet. Sadie's clothes were slick and shiny. Her hair looked wet. Her skin gleamed in the light from the hallway. Mae's fleece sleeper didn't look wet, but as the floor began to slide under my feet with a special sort of slipperiness, I felt it and felt an oily coating that was the first indicator of how bad the cleanup was about to be.
Then I saw it on the floor: an empty bottle of Burt's Bees Baby Bees Ointment.
My stomach began it's journey towards queasiness as I realized what had happened.
You see, both of our girls have insanely dry skin. They have since the day they were born. We go through gallons of lotion. And shortly before we left Florida, when Sadie was battling the hives from her car seat, I had bought the ointment to see if it would help.
I love Burt's Bees Baby Bees products... but the ointment was a little too much like vaseline for me to use overly much. Instead I kept it around, in it's rather large container, to use when I couldn't find the other lotions. It would have been in their bedroom for those nights when Paul was studying and I didn't feel like going on a search for the other lotion container. A little went a long, long way.
And now, the practically full container was empty. They were covered. The bed was covered. The comforter was covered. And of course, the floor was covered.
As I wrangled the two slick, now crying bunnies into the bathtub and began to scrub hair (they just didn't get why Mommy had woken them up and was so upset), Sadie sobbingly confessed that Mae Bae had opened it and started rubbing it into the floor. I asked her if they'd eaten any, because there was so much missing. And because Mae's binkie was slick with the stuff. I examined the container. No poison warning. The main ingredients included castor oil and coconut oil.
Paul arrived home and called poison control. We were told we were in the clear.
And then it was time to strip down the beds (thankfully I'd just washed a mattress cover and extra set of sheets), put them in clean PJs, realize that their hair would likely need to be washed many more times before it came clean. Sadie's hair, which is nearly waist length when it's wet, was coated and took four washings before it became brush-able this morning.
I sewed until 3 am... listening to a rather cranky Mae (Paul was upstairs checking on her), who had a rough rest of the night, as I sewed and waited for silence to fall again.
Today I'll be searching for things that don't fall under the "dangerous" label, but that would potentially be, very, very bad. I moved pretty much all the cleaning products down unto the shelves in the basement this week, but I've never given much thought to things like lotion.... or toothpaste. I guess it's time to start looking around the house in a whole new way... because Mae isn't just a super climber... she's apparently pretty good at opening containers too!
I wonder how long this phase will last for...