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Poison Control, the inaugural call















Magdalena reached the First Call to Poison Control finish line much sooner than Miriam did: 14 months versus 3 years old. This was one milestone I wasn't anxious for her to improve on.

At least it wasn't that serious. She sucked on the shampoo bottle in the bath and next thing I knew she was literally foaming at the mouth. I rinsed out her mouth and it didn't feel too soapy, but she was gagging a little so I knew that at the very least, it had left a bad taste in her mouth.

Still, I was a little worried and I felt it was my duty to call Poison Control. I may have been inattentive enough to let my baby drink bath products, but that didn't mean I couldn't be responsible about it after the fact.

I told the Poison Control guy that my 14-month-old had ingested some shampoo. I could practically hear the "meh" in his voice as he told me that "children generally tolerate shampoo very well." Oh, how that made me feel like an OK mom after all, that this thing had happened so often as to inspire absolute indifference in a poison control expert. What a relief.

What have you called poison control for lately?

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