I am
THAT mother. It has finally happened. Hard as a tried to thwart the inevitable, there is no turning back. Kid 2 has this "craving" for non-food items. I wish there was some medical explanation for it, such as PICA, but her hematocrit level is fine. She is just plain weird. I have tried to keep things hidden from her and obviously the deadly, poisonous substances are placed out of sight and reach. But that hasn't stopped her from coming up with her own items of sampling delight. My first run in with this was right after her 2nd birthday. We were up at my mom's and she had shut herself in the room we were staying in. I went to find her and she came out coughing and pulling at her tongue. I told her to show me what she ate and she pulled out my bottle of hand sanitizer from my purse. It was a 1 oz bottle and about half of it was gone. I decided I had better call Poison Control. I was told to watch her carefully and if she started to act DRUNK to take her to the hospital. Hand sanitizer is stronger than vodka being over 60% alcohol. Great, I had a drunk at age 2. Her craving for hand sanitizer is still extremely strong and I have to watch her so closely whenever she gets around it. I know what you are all thinking, and hopefully she has that figured out by the time she is a teenager. I also know that if things get quiet with her and I am not sure where she is at, I need to go find her quickly to see what she might be sucking down. A few months back a friend was telling me of a conversation that she had with T-man as she car pooled to school.
T-man: "Kid 2 is sick today"
Heidi: "She is, what's wrong with her?"
T-man: "She eats stuff like lotion, and sunscreen, and hand sanitizer."
Heidi thought it was so funny and decided to ask me about it, unfortunately for me, I had to admit that it was all true.
I should have known then that I would be that mother. The mother whose kid
eats the glue. I was scared to have her start preschool for that very reason. I found a bottle of glue yesterday and she obviously had eaten some of it. I decided to go the route of asking her what she thought of it. All she could say is that "it tasted weirrrd". I know that won't stop her from doing it again, and again, and again. At least there is comfort in those words found on the bottle.