Kittens Have Nails

When your toddler picks up a kitten, who would rather he not, he may end up looking like a tiger.

This is not his week for animals.

Dogs Have Teeth

My Husband's Grandma owns this dog. I do not like this dog, based off his energy. I didn't trust the dog. After one day of him acting fine with my son I misjudged the dog and trusted him. He bit my son.

Everyone else was in the living room while I sat in the dining room enjoying my Tito's Taco. My son had entered the room and proceeded to go play with the dog as usual. The dog hangs out in the same corner of the room all the time, so my son had gotten down there to try and pet him. The next thing I know I am flying through the pulled out chairs to grab my son up hardly before the growl and snap had ended. I knew what happened and I tried to save him the best I could.

I ran to the sink thinking he might have a bloody hand, then I learned it was his cheek that had been bitten. I went grabbing for something frozen to aid his swollen cheek and it took three people to locate something soft enough to press on his face. I look back now I realize they had nothing but meat in that freezer and even that would have done at the moment, but we had discovered a small bag of corn left over. He didn't like the cold that much as he kept pawing at his face to detect the cause of this pain he was experiencing. He was poking and crying, all the while both him and I had far too many faces located only three inches away that we both wanted to scream at them to back up. Yet I refrained, trying to keep the peace in this rough moment, and try not to take anything out on them. He refrained because the pain was a far bigger priority.

After continuously moving away from them and 16 hints not taken, my son began to calm down. This house had a lost bottle of peroxide that someone hunted down and that was it. Nothing to clean wound, and to be honest, that worries me a bit. Nevertheless, I took care of my son, calmed him down, and cleaned him up. I know how to take care of my son very well despite what many other may feel about me. I do not care what they think.

I am happy to announce that it only took once for my son to learn this lesson, he wouldn't go anywhere near the dog after this. Also, a couple hours later when we left this residence, the swelling had gone down and he was feeling wonderful again. Right before bed I took another picture and it looks like nothing compared to the first this I saw marking up his precious face earlier this afternoon.


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The Case of the Burning Poop

To get you to where I was, my son had a week long stomach virus so I was still on constant look out for symptoms even though he had been in the clear for three days. Also, after being out earlier in the day and being told by my husband that he was whining the whole time, I also was looking for reasons as to why he would be cranky.



Of course men might always think babies are just fussing. They don't all comprehend that when babies cannot tell you what they want, they cry, and he just thinks I'm insane for saying I can tell the difference between our sons many cries.



He started to fuss, and it gradually grew to more of a cry. On my symptom lookout I had noticed he was pretty bloated so I began to get concerned at this point. I had just heard him grunt a little, but since he had two full poops during the day it didn't cross my mind he had pooped again. Once he began to really cry I knew for sure something was up and I tried to figure it out. I began to take off his clothes to figure it out. I checked his diaper and low and behold he HAD pooped again . Just a little, and it hadn't been there longer than 10 minutes but he was now screaming in pain. I took his diapers off and found out in that short amount of time he was getting severe diaper rash. I don't know what I fed him that could have been so acidic or anything else that would burn him so bad. So I couldn't wipe because that clearly hurt him. I just placed him in the bath. He stayed fussy most of the time but tried to play. After the bath he was ok until I rubbed the ButtPaste on him. He screamed some more. I struggled to finish dressing him, gave him his bottle of milk and rocked him to sleep.



What I learned is that it's still the best feeling in the world to be able to hold and soothe your child. Also, never underestimate the amount of poop in your child. If something is wrong always check the diaper.


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