A woman that lives in Rochester, NY was arrested and charged with child abuse after calling 911 when a diaper rash turned into blisters that burst and peeled. She was suspected of causing contact 2nd and 3rd degree burns to her son's genitals and rear end. After investigation it was found that senna-containing laxatives, i.e Little Remedies - Little Tummies. The product caused diarrhea and then was trapped in the diaper as the child slept through the night.
Dr. Henry A Spiller of the Kentucky Regional Poison Center in Louisville and 5 associates looked at 111 cases of accidental laxative ingestion by children reported to poison control centers. Those cases resulted in 29 incidents of sever diaper rash and 10 cases of severe blistering that led to 3 formal investigations of child abuse.
Senna replaced phenolphthalein. an ingredient found in over-the-counter laxatives, in 1999 after the FDA determined that phenolphthalein might cause canter. Although senna had previously been used in adults, safety studies of its use in children younger than 6 hasn't been preformed.
But in 2001, Dr John M Leventhal of Yale University and 3 other physicians studied 4 cases in which diaper-wearing toddlers with second degree burns on their genital areas had been the suspected victims of intentional burns. All four had found and taken the laxative Ex-lax, which they thought was chocolate. Their injuries aligned precisely with the area covered by a diaper.
Democrat and Chronicle Friday, May, 8, 2009
www.DemocrateandChronical.com
http://www.democratandchronicle.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=2009905080346
Friday, May 8, 2009
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Monkey see, monkey fling poo
Ever feel like you are on show for someone?
You are in a cage and every action you make is viewed by them?
But the funny part of it all, they are watching you through a two-way mirror...
Well, it's happening to me. And now that I am fully aware of the two way mirror, I am not going to stop being me or doing what I normally do but I will know that you are there, lurking out of my sight.
Am I that hard to quit?
I hope that you get some sort of satisfaction from every aspect of my life that I put out there on the internet. What you forget is that I keep most of everything inside. I can let it out, if that's what you want me to do.
So, is that what you want me to do?
Now that your private monkey can see you through that flawed two way mirror, that monkey now knows who to fling the poo at.....
You are in a cage and every action you make is viewed by them?
But the funny part of it all, they are watching you through a two-way mirror...
Well, it's happening to me. And now that I am fully aware of the two way mirror, I am not going to stop being me or doing what I normally do but I will know that you are there, lurking out of my sight.
Am I that hard to quit?
I hope that you get some sort of satisfaction from every aspect of my life that I put out there on the internet. What you forget is that I keep most of everything inside. I can let it out, if that's what you want me to do.
So, is that what you want me to do?
Now that your private monkey can see you through that flawed two way mirror, that monkey now knows who to fling the poo at.....
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Stopping in to say hi during my internet hiatus
A wonderful woman that I have gotten to know over on Plurk, Eternal Sunshine, found this and had it up on her blog so I just had to copy her!
Your result for Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn? Or Someone Else? Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz...
You Are a Marilyn!
You are a Marilyn -- "I am affectionate and skeptical."
Marilyns are responsible, trustworthy, and value loyalty to family, friends, groups, and causes. Their personalities range broadly from reserved and timid to outspoken and confrontative.
How to Get Along with Me
- * Be direct and clear
- * Listen to me carefully
- * Don't judge me for my anxiety
- * Work things through with me
- * Reassure me that everything is OK between us
- * Laugh and make jokes with me
- * Gently push me toward new experiences
- * Try not to overreact to my overreacting.
- * being committed and faithful to family and friends
- * being responsible and hardworking
- * being compassionate toward others
- * having intellect and wit
- * being a nonconformist
- * confronting danger bravely
- * being direct and assertive
- * the constant push and pull involved in trying to make up my mind
- * procrastinating because of fear of failure; having little confidence in myself
- * fearing being abandoned or taken advantage of
- * exhausting myself by worrying and scanning for danger
- * wishing I had a rule book at work so I could do everything right
- * being too critical of myself when I haven't lived up to my expectations
- * are friendly, likable, and dependable, and/or sarcastic, bossy, and stubborn
- * are anxious and hypervigilant; anticipate danger
- * form a team of "us against them" with a best friend or parent
- * look to groups or authorities to protect them and/or question authority and rebel
- * are neglected or abused, come from unpredictable or alcoholic families, and/or take on the fearfulness of an overly anxious parent
- * are often loving, nurturing, and have a strong sense of duty
- * are sometimes reluctant to give their children independence
- * worry more than most that their children will get hurt
- * sometimes have trouble saying no and setting boundaries
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Happy Birthday to you, Miss Judith!
Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear Judith! Happy Birthday to you!
I hope Judith has an amazing day. She is amazingly hip and chic and she looks great in boots. If you don't believe me, go check her out here. Sit back and put your feet up, spritz some of that expensive perfume and slip on your favorite heels. Hugs and love!
Friday, September 19, 2008
Haiku Friday
Laffy Taffy - I
must have some Laffy Taffy
Pain and despair otherwise
Banana and Grape
Just won't work. Must be cherry
No stinkin' sour apple
Little ones just won't do
1 point 5 oz., big and wide
Saltwater ain't the same
Sparkles and seeds please
Watermelon, oh baby!
Blue Raspberry please!
Went all over town
Gas Gone! Not one to be found!
Time to buy online!
Friday, September 12, 2008
Haiku Friday
She calls me in a frantic state and asks,
"Did you get off the 'puter? I 'ku'd! I 'ku'd! You gotta go see!!"
I think I said something along the lines of "'FaKus! I don't do no stinking 'kus!"
Then the brain started in on me. I had a 15 minute drive ahead of me and I went ku krazy!
So here is my two attempts at Hiaku Friday on it's first birthday!
Oh joy! The preggo me
Five months down, four more to go
Oh joy! To know me
One month from Sunday
A boy, girl or sea monkey
Wait with me to see
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Roller Coaster of Life! Roller Coaster! Oh, oh, oh!
I know it's of love but I like it this way to. Is it stuck in your head now?
Monday was a tippy top high. I had my first ultrasound and saw my little sea monkey. It's as cute and sweet as a sea monkey can be, what with the flippers and the bulbous head and all. I was going to scan in the pictures and insert them here but seem to have misplaced them. Heart rate was 172 and we measured in one day smaller than my estimated due date. All was fantastic! I had to go alone because we needed someone to watch the other kiddies and that left the hubs. I came home and napped on the couch while my heathens played in the playroom and the hubs did whatever the hubs does. The rest of the day passed relatively well. Tuesday was a lowest of lows. The hubs was letting me grab a few more minutes of sleep before pulling me out of my slumber to start the day. The phone rang and the hubs grabbed it. He walks into the bedroom and I can tell he's pissed. He tells me it's Nurse M from the ob's office and she refuses to talk to him. I take the phone and Nurse M apologizes for not talking to him but you know, the whole HIPA thing. She then goes on to tell a very groggy Fiesty that they received the results of the ultrasound and on the advisement of the dr on call she had to call me asap. She called to inform me that the sea monkey appears to have a significant nuchal thickening. Basically, in lay mens terms, the fatty tissue at the back of the neck is thicker than normal and it's a marker for Down Syndrome and Trisomy 18. She offers me the opportunity to consent to further testing and at that moment I declined and she reassured me that if I changed my mind that would be fine but we had to act quickly. I hang up with her and call the hubs up and try to tell him what I have just been told. He is totally like "whatever" and I am totally like "what". Whoa, channeling my inner valley girl there. So we head out the door. I drop him off at work and then break down completely. I had a small (huge) crying jag in the car. I turned up the kiddie cd so the kids wouldn't hear me and then I just bawled. I pulled myself together and the heathens and I went on about our morning. Once we got home I broke down again. The thing is, I am not worried so much about having a special needs baby as I am about doing the tests. Hubs and I have always said no to those tests. We have always felt that whatever happens, happens. I didn't want the one phone call to make me change my mind on something we, as a couple, had decided. Over the rest of the afternoon I struggled and cried and called a level headed (okay, not so much really but she did help) friend who let me know it was okay to feel that way. In the end, I decided to go ahead and go through with the tests. It won't sway us into termination but it will give us time to prepare. I was told Tuesday that the motto for motherhood is the same as the boy scouts...Always be prepared.
So we are doing the tests. They are scheduled for this upcoming Wednesday morning. It's just a detailed, thorough ultrasound and some blood work. It's just a screening but considering the original ultrasound was just a normal typical scan and they picked up on it, we might as well start somewhere, right? So screening now, in the event that is shows anything then we will proceed with the bigger tests.
I know the odds of a special needs baby are slim...I know this in my head. My heart, on the other hand, sees and over feels everything. The more I look around the more I see those odds getting wider and wider. 2 special needs children in the last 2 generations in the hubs family, while the odds show a great risk in women over 35, over 80% of all downs babies are born to women in the 18-35 range....the list continues but I won't subject you to that.
We know we will love the sea monkey as much as we do the other two. We will survive and succeed. We will and I know it but I can't help but be just a bit scared. Please be scared with me.
Okay peoples, that's enough for now. I must go do some laundry, that is unless you want to come do it for me?!?!
Monday was a tippy top high. I had my first ultrasound and saw my little sea monkey. It's as cute and sweet as a sea monkey can be, what with the flippers and the bulbous head and all. I was going to scan in the pictures and insert them here but seem to have misplaced them. Heart rate was 172 and we measured in one day smaller than my estimated due date. All was fantastic! I had to go alone because we needed someone to watch the other kiddies and that left the hubs. I came home and napped on the couch while my heathens played in the playroom and the hubs did whatever the hubs does. The rest of the day passed relatively well. Tuesday was a lowest of lows. The hubs was letting me grab a few more minutes of sleep before pulling me out of my slumber to start the day. The phone rang and the hubs grabbed it. He walks into the bedroom and I can tell he's pissed. He tells me it's Nurse M from the ob's office and she refuses to talk to him. I take the phone and Nurse M apologizes for not talking to him but you know, the whole HIPA thing. She then goes on to tell a very groggy Fiesty that they received the results of the ultrasound and on the advisement of the dr on call she had to call me asap. She called to inform me that the sea monkey appears to have a significant nuchal thickening. Basically, in lay mens terms, the fatty tissue at the back of the neck is thicker than normal and it's a marker for Down Syndrome and Trisomy 18. She offers me the opportunity to consent to further testing and at that moment I declined and she reassured me that if I changed my mind that would be fine but we had to act quickly. I hang up with her and call the hubs up and try to tell him what I have just been told. He is totally like "whatever" and I am totally like "what". Whoa, channeling my inner valley girl there. So we head out the door. I drop him off at work and then break down completely. I had a small (huge) crying jag in the car. I turned up the kiddie cd so the kids wouldn't hear me and then I just bawled. I pulled myself together and the heathens and I went on about our morning. Once we got home I broke down again. The thing is, I am not worried so much about having a special needs baby as I am about doing the tests. Hubs and I have always said no to those tests. We have always felt that whatever happens, happens. I didn't want the one phone call to make me change my mind on something we, as a couple, had decided. Over the rest of the afternoon I struggled and cried and called a level headed (okay, not so much really but she did help) friend who let me know it was okay to feel that way. In the end, I decided to go ahead and go through with the tests. It won't sway us into termination but it will give us time to prepare. I was told Tuesday that the motto for motherhood is the same as the boy scouts...Always be prepared.
So we are doing the tests. They are scheduled for this upcoming Wednesday morning. It's just a detailed, thorough ultrasound and some blood work. It's just a screening but considering the original ultrasound was just a normal typical scan and they picked up on it, we might as well start somewhere, right? So screening now, in the event that is shows anything then we will proceed with the bigger tests.
I know the odds of a special needs baby are slim...I know this in my head. My heart, on the other hand, sees and over feels everything. The more I look around the more I see those odds getting wider and wider. 2 special needs children in the last 2 generations in the hubs family, while the odds show a great risk in women over 35, over 80% of all downs babies are born to women in the 18-35 range....the list continues but I won't subject you to that.
We know we will love the sea monkey as much as we do the other two. We will survive and succeed. We will and I know it but I can't help but be just a bit scared. Please be scared with me.
Okay peoples, that's enough for now. I must go do some laundry, that is unless you want to come do it for me?!?!
Friday, August 1, 2008
It's a recession
Kristen over at Motherhood Uncensored had a brilliant thought the other day. She has seen that the last month in all of blogland has been a rough one. (mine included but I couldn't bring myself to write about it). So anyway, I am directly quoting her on this here's how it works:
"The premise is simple. If you read blogs, then for the month of August, make the "pledge" to click through from your feed reader. No obligation to leave a hilarious comment or send a long stalkerish email (although both, within reason, are always lovely). Just click through to the blog (not on ads unless you are so led) and if you're feeling generous, click around to their older posts."
Let's boost page views and support another blogger!
Plus she has some great prizes...LOL I am so in it for the carseat!!
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