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Tuesday, November 12th, 2013
I get a bit giddy when it comes to snot. Slightly obsessed too. I am also happy to report Fia is actually beginning to blow her nose. She can push out some good stuff when she’s in the mood and really tries. I also have to beg her. And bribe her.
But I’m a bit confused on the color for snot when it comes to sickness. I always thought that clear meant no infection and you could be around other kids, but yellow or green meant an infection/contagious. However, my friend just told me that both her son’s teachers and her pediatrician said the opposite. They said that when the snot is clear it is contagious, since the cold is just starting. Yellow and green snot means it’s on its way out and you’re okay.
I looked online and got more confused. WebMD lists so many colors and variations, I need a color wheel and more brain cells to break it down. Dr. Oz said the opposite of what my friend was told:
- Clear/white: healthy
- Yellow/green: bacterial or viral infection
- Pink/red: bleeding or damaged tissue
So what’s the truth? Anyone?
I will tell you all about one device you must run out and get if you have a kid 3 or under. Not sure over 3 would tolerate it. Fia won’t. It is the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced. It’s a snot sucker called The Nose Frida. But YOU suck out your kids’ snot. It sounds primitive (and gross to some). But it was developed by doctors in Sweden and we all know the Swedes are brilliant. You put a tube in your kids nose. On the other end of the connecting tube, you put your mouth. Then you suck. What comes out and the gratification that follows is nothing short of glorious. For the sucker. Not the one being sucked. Emmett shrieks. But what kid likes any of that stuff? Fia of course always wants me to do it to Emmett because when it comes to her little brother, she’s a bit of a masochist.
Warning: It’s not for the faint of heart. Phil gets so grossed out, he can’t even be in the same room. I, on the other hand, confessed recently to being a picker. So I think if you have the “picker gene” you’ll be as excited as I am.
BTW– It’s totally hygienic because there is a filter by your end of the tube. You never swallow your kids’ snot. It’s impossible.
Okay, let me know your thoughts on the color of snot so we can continue what I hope will be a very lively discussion.
Use this handy quiz to decide whether your kid is too sick for school. Plus, find out which 12 sick kid symptoms you should never ignore.
Image of snotty baby via Shutterstock
Photo of Nose Frida from Amazon
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Friday, June 21st, 2013
A few weeks ago Fia was sick. I snuck in her room and felt her forehead. She was burning up. I woke her and attempted the forehead thermometer. But I have found that unless you have a really high end one (like a $300 kind that pediatrician’s use) they are highly inaccurate. It registered a mere 106 degrees. While my heart attack was in progress, I did it again. The second time around it said 103. Whew. Now I only had to have a stroke. Then we did a rectal one and it was 104. I know those are accurate. So I relaxed (kidding).
In my frustration over thermometers I started searching for something better. I came across this new one that I think is revolutionary. It’s called VeraTemp.
Not only is it accurate, but you don’t have to touch anything to get a reading. I can sneak in and just point it at her forehead. Boom. It registers a number. I can see how hot her room is by pointing it into the air. It only takes a few seconds. And it doesn’t make noise if you won’t want it to. I have found the readings to be far better than the ear or forehead ones.
I don’t do formal product reviews but I just thought this device was too good not to share. If you Google it, you’ll come up with a bunch of places that sell it, including diapers.com.
By the way, what the hell did our parents do? Did we grow up having rectal thermometers put up our butts? Until what age? I try doing the under tongue thing with Fia and she doesn’t get it. But she freaks out if I try and do a rectal. Good thing she was born in 2009 and not 1969 like her mama…
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Friday, February 17th, 2012
I am so ill-equipped at motherhood it’s astounding. I mean, I saw my mother through a crack addition and death. And yet, my tot gets sick and I freak the f–k out.
Last night out of nowhere, Fia spiked a fever. We were just finishing her bath when she went pale and started to shake. I grabbed the brand-new/expensive forehead thermometer I bought and swiped it on her. 105 it said. I began to shake.
I should note that Fia has never had a severe fever before. Which makes me one of the luckiest moms to have come this far, dodging bullets. However, it also means I’m no veteran when it comes to coping with a sick child.
Phil and I, both novices, did a couple stupid things. We a) panicked; b) put her in fleece pajamas, since she was shaking and wrapped her in two heavy blankets. (Apparently this makes the fever worse. Duh.); and c) took the forehead temp again…only to have it register 107. I almost went into convulsions right then and there. Note to all parents: those things suck. They are so inaccurate they must be designed to get you to the ER. Even if it’s unnecessary. I could get into some major anger issues over this.
We grabbed a rectal, stripped her down of the 11 layers, and were relieved to have it register at a mere 104.1. Never thought that would seem like a “reasonable” number. We gave her Tylenol. Then texted a friend, who suggested alternating Tylenol and Motrin/Advil. And giving her Pedialyte. We had none of that. Like I said, we’re ill-equipped and obviously incompetent. Or were. Not anymore. Now I have a small pharmacy in my house.
I called the pediatrician. It was after hours. They said on their machine not to page a doctor unless it’s over 105.5. Huh? I guess in some ways it made me feel better, as she was still in a decent “zone” if you will. They listed other reasons to call: a purple rash, seizure, etc. None of those she had.
We then put on a lighter pair of pajamas, took her 23 stuffed animals out of her bed, and covered her with a light swaddle blanket. I checked her throughout the night. The fever went up and then down…like a roller coaster. So did my emotions.
This morning she seemed much better, much cooler. Still has a fever of 102.1 but I began to calm down….until…. I got an email from her preschool. Apparently hand, foot, and mouth disease is going around. And this is the classic progression of it. First a fever, then sores. I just finished Googling it–bad idea. Especially the Wikipedia stats on how many kids died in Malaysia and China from it (note: none in the U.S., which should calm my nerves). And now I’m waiting for the doctor to call me back. Not only am I worried about Fia, even though this is a common toddler ailment, but I have a 3-week old at home. Dear God help me. I’m going to seriously lose my sh-t. What do I do? Never send her to preschool again? Quarantine our family from the world? That’s what I feel like doing. I know, I sound ridiculous. But being in my fragile state of mind already, this is going to send me over the edge.
That’s all for now.
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Tuesday, November 1st, 2011
Shooting Germ Segment
I’m a germ phobe (read my blog on grout issues). I’ve gotten better but I do dig hand sanitizer. Right before I moved to LA, I was on a shoot with one of my best friends and her two daughters. They were superstars and I was so happy they agreed to be our guinea pigs. Here’s the video.
Staying Healthy At Home
As you can see, the shoot was about germs and keeping ourselves and our kids clean. A few highlights:
(note: the shoot was in conjunction with Better TV and sponsored in part by Sani-Hands, so what I learned was from the reps of the company).
Some of the top germ spots in your house are: your computer, your mouse and your cell phone (think about the iphone. Your fingers touch the same surface you talk into. It’s one of the reasons I stick with my blackberry. At least part of the front isn’t touched by my fingers).
And get this: your computer keyboard has 200 times more bacteria than a toilet sick. Gross. I could get sick right now thinking about it all.
Then there’s the usual: Doorknobs, light switches, countertops, refrigerator door handle, etc.
And even though you may not know it, you touch your face a lot during the day.
Here’s what else I learned on the shoot:
Hand sanitizer gel isn’t as effective as you may think (granted, this is the competing sani-wipes company speaking, but it kind of makes sense). You’d have to put a lot of gel in your hands to really kill all the germs. The pea or nickel size we typically use, while killing some germs, just more or less moves them around. I’m told the sani-hands wipes are more effective because they have the right dosage of germ killing power, plus the friction from wiping doesn’t spread the germs, but gets rid of them. Within 15 seconds.
I must admit, I carry little packets of alcohol wipes when I travel. Think about all the places germs linger: on airplane armrests, on remote controls, phones and light fixtures in hotels, steering wheels and stick shifts of cars. I know that many germs are important, and building up a good immune system is imperative to long term health and hygiene. But I do often wipe down some of the things I mentioned above. The company we shot with gave me a bunch in travel size packets.
They came in handy during my barfing incident with Fia. However, I would have needed a gallon to do the job on that one.
Just figured I’d share. Flu season is nearly here. Fingers crossed none of us get it!
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Wednesday, August 24th, 2011
Fia at camp-- post barf
It’s not everyday I get to walk down the streets of Soho smelling like baby barf. In fact, I’m not even in Soho very often. But as luck would have it, the one day I decided to take Fia into the fashionable hip area of New York City, she let loose.
My friend Courtney and I were taking the babes to a mom-tot camp. I recently got a car, so we decided to drive. Being pregnant and hot in the subways isn’t real appealing.
As I pulled into the parking garage, I heard the gurgling sound. And then smelled it. Phil had given her both milk and yogurt that morning. Fetid. It was everywhere.
The parking attendant dudes were amazing. They gave me paper towels, cleaning supplies, the works. In a scenario like this you find out quickly how good—or useless—your mom friends are. Courtney got right in there and helped me with the mess as her son Teddy slept blissfully in the car seat next to Fia’s. How he didn’t wake up from the stench is beyond me.
Poor Fi was crying at first but then got her happy face on. Especially when I took her in the grubby parking lot bathroom and tried to give her a sink shower. She thought it was bath time.
“No, don’t touch the faucet,” I yelled as I dangled her over the dirty sink. “No, not the paper towels either.” I was trying to hold her away from me as I cleaned her. It was a good core and arm workout. The floor was covered with water and dirt and her vomit. It was just a royal mess. (I did mop up the mess after.)
Of course it was one of those times when I didn’t bring a full back up outfit. I had a kimono-top, but that was it. Poor baby had her first experience in Soho looking more homeless than high fashion.
But now I get the badge of barf honor and know even more how imperative friends and family are. It takes a village—especially with vomit.
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