While I’m at the National Marfan Foundation conference, I thought it would be fun to republish some old posts. This one is from February 26th, 2009.

Today was my first official day as a Stay-at-Home-Mom (Mark’s first day back in the office).  Menininho decided to make commemorate the occasion by making me the victim of his first Epic Spit-up. The benefit of this? The mess was so massive I had to (got to!) shower. It was awesome. And since Mark was already up, he decided to commemorate the occasion by making us pancakes. Mmmm!

How did I decide to commemorate this big day? By acting like the first time mother that I am. Mark hadn’t been at work more than an hour when, during Menininho screaming (he had a screaming kind of day today), I saw big white chunks all over Menininho’s tongue. Knowing a little bit about thrush, I became concerned. It had been awhile since he’d eaten, the chunks definitely looked like cottage cheese, and they covered his tongue. So, I called the pediatrician’s office and the nurse who answered said to bring Menininho in. This meant I had to call Mark out of work to come pick us up, since my car won’t arrive until Monday.

Our pediatrician is so busy she pretty much only does well-baby visits, so we saw another pediatrician in the practice (but I knew that’s how it worked before we picked the practice). Anyway, you know that Huggies commercial where the dad is changing his son in the hotel room and the baby boy sprays the ceiling like a fire house? Well, I always thought that was an exaggeration. Until I had Menininho. Changing his diaper on the scale, he got me, himself, the scale, the table, and possibly the nurse. That’s my boy! 😉

Now of course, by the time the doctor came in to see us, the big chunks on Menininho’z tongue were gone. The doctor kindly informed me that 1) thrush is on the sides of the mouth, not the tongue and 2) thrush doesn’t wipe away. Basically, Menininho didn’t swallow some milk after the feeding and a half hour later it had curdled on his tongue. I am really hoping that I did not become the joke of the day for the break room. I also felt terrible for having called Mark out of work for that. At least he was able to go back for the rest of the day.

Moral of the story? Um, I don’t know. I thought it would be Google image illnesses before calling the doctor, but then I Googled “baby thrush” tonight and it looked a lot like the curdled milk sooooo, yah. Oh well.  Chalk one up for experience.