Yep, It is Poison Control and I made my first call ever on Wednesday afternoon. My 13-month-old was playing in the kitchen as I was trying to be the good wife and have dinner on the table when my sweet husband came home from work. (Do not be impressed. I can probably count on one hand the number of times that this has actually occurred in our 8 years of marriage!) But I had not cooked in a couple of days and was trying to be domesticated. We have cabinet locks on all our cabinets but our little plunderer can always reach beyond the locks and pull out a prize.
This particular one was the Murphy's Oil Soap (Andi, pretend you didn't read that :)...our hardwood floors are pre-finished and I am going to try the stuff you recommended as soon as I make it to BB&B). Anyway, I saw her holding it and I had raw chicken all over me (I am a FREAK about raw meat touching anything in my kitchen) so I thought I would wash my hands really well and then retrieve the soap. Let me remind you that she was RIGHT THERE THE WHOLE TIME TWO FEET AWAY FROM ME!!!
After I washed my hands, I bent down to get the soap and saw a mother's nightmare. A puddle of it on the floor. Which meant she had opened it and gotten it out. It's the kind of top that pops up...definitely not childproof! I scooped her up and put my nose to her mouth and she smelled like a soap factory!!! Surprisingly calm (for those of you who know me, I am sooooo Type A that nothing is calm....I am really proud of myself at this point) I picked up the phone and dialed the number for Poison Control, which we have had posted on the side of our fridge since AC was little. They were calm also and said it was basically an irritant and might irritate her skin and/or mouth but she would be OK. I am not really sure she even swallowed any of it because to do that, she would have had to turn the bottle up. She can't even do that really well with her cup yet!
I was fine until they asked for her name, age, my name, our phone number, and zip code, and as I provided all this info, my voice started to crack and I thought, "Are they about to call DHR?" Thankfully, no one from social services came to visit and they even called an hour later to check on her...WHEW...what a day!!!
And this is what I found in her crib after her afternoon nap. She had made such a MESS at lunch that I took her outfit off and put her to bed in a diaper only. What was I thinking???