My Mommy Misadventure

This week was full of many mommy adventures. The biggest poop to land since the great nickel poop of '01. Sorry if this freaks some of my peeps out, but poops is what babies do. Now the magical thing I've learned about being a mom is my sweet poundcake can do the big poops on me and I just laugh it off and shrug my shoulders. (Not the case when I had to clean up my bro's huge mess o' poop. I just thought the whole thing was Dee-sgusting.) Well thats how the week started out. Poop, a broken dishwasher, a fence jumping puppy, a razzing talk-a-lot baby and a hard working hubby were making up our week until that fateful night of my mommy misadventure.

At approximately 7pmish I was trimming my poundcakes finger nails. Something I have done many times before. However this time I got a tiny bit of skin off of her right index finger. Now there was NO crying, whaling or gnashing of teeth but there was suddenly a stream of blood. Being the with it mom I am I quickly wrapped a paper towel around it and called my after hours doctor clinic for any tips on getting the bleeding to stop. The nurse told me to apply pressure and to not keep checking it to see if it had stop bleeding as that would interrupt the clotting process. Now that is what bothered princess poundcake, not the cut but her mom holding her finger. My child likes to be free. After I undressed her to a diaper I went on a band aid search. I was so happy when I found a teeny, tiny baby sized band aid. I wrapped it tightly around her finger and laid her in her crib so I could rinse out the blood stained clothes in the sink. I was gone maybe two minutes and when I came back to pick up my happy child there was no band aid on her finger. I started searching the crib but it was no where. So then panic mode kicked in and I started searching every crack and crevice and floor around the crib and then i had the horrifying thought that my baby may have ate a band aid. I opened her mouth. And it was no where to be found. So I called the nurse and asked her if it was possible my baby could of ate a band aid and if so could she digest it. She said it was not common, but that she could have ate it and to watch her and if she starts to throw up to bring her in. Relieved that it was not the end of the world, I laid her down on her changing table and consoled her even though the consoling was more for my benefit then hers.

As I bent over to grab her pajamas, something caught my eye.
Her band aid.
Stuck to my shirt.
There the whole time.
Oh sigh.
I tuckered myself out over the missing band aid that I was wearing the whole time.
I'm exhausted just recounting it peeps.