Nothing makes for a better life lesson than some good experience. I learned that the hard way this week.
You see, since we moved into this house with a 2 year old, I didn’t think baby proofing needed to be done, unless we had a third someday down the road.
I was wrong.
He finally got quiet, which typically means he’s asleep. I was watching Bravo while folding laundry, which seems to be my nap time routine at least a few times a week. I had the monitor on, I was being a good mom, y’all.
Fast forward an hour and he was up. The first thing he said to me was, “I put that circle black thing in my mouth.” I had him take me around until he showed me the door stopper, which was missing the rubber tip that goes on the end. I used to think those things were pretty small, until I started freaking that he actually swallowed it and wondering if it would come through. In case you’re wondering, they’re 1/2″ in diameter. My mind raced to ER’s and scopes, ultrasounds and a screaming bloody murder 3 year old. None of which sounded good. He was breathing fine and ate fine, and everyone I checked with thought it would pass.
So we waited. And I did one of the things you never imagine having to do pre-kids…digging through poop. Toddler on antibiotic poop, mind you. 8 poops and 4 days later, I finally hit the jackpot.
There it was, in all its rubber tip glory, still in one piece in his diaper. (Yes, I know he needs to potty train. Someone come teach him along with what is acceptable to eat.)
Lesson learned that the second child will terrorize your home. He will get into everything and do the most crazy stuff you never saw from child #1. Get ready for it.