Burned Nipples

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  1. Jennifer E. Hill Ertmer says:

    Believe it or not, I found this story to be very comforting to me. So nice, so very nice, to learn I am not the only mother (or babysitter or Nanny) to have completely demolished every nipple, ring and closure top to the bottles for my son, almost 43 years ago. But I also forgot apparently how easy it is to get involved in other things and try to be multi-functioning by sterilizing those commodities, not just the one time 43 years ago but I did it again 40 years ago when my youngest was just a wee baby too! The first time that happened to me, it was a cold evening in November -very cold -and it was obvious that the entire house needed airing out so as a result of the “airing out” session, we took our son and older daughter down to my Mom’s house about 4 miles away and allowed them to spend the night with Grandma so they wouldn’t have to breathe in any potential carcinogens from all that melted plastic and rubber. When it happened the second time, 3 years later, we were living in the house we built next door to my Mom’s house, so taking the kids to Grandma’s to spend the night was a much easier trip to just run across the yard to her place and drop them off! Sometimes I think perhaps the memory of the smell of that melted mess after the second time may have played a big part in my ex-husband’s reluctance for us to add another child to our household! It really does stink to the high heavens -just a tad of information for anyone who hasn’t experienced the delight of scouring out a bottle sterilizer caked thick with that gunk!

  2. jenny_o says:

    Yep. Our younger selves make us cringe. But the cringing is a great source of compassion for the now-young!

  3. Colette says:

    “Do you smell something?” Ha! I can only imagine the horror you felt. Now I would like to hear the same story told by one of the parental doctors.

  4. Green Girl in Wisconsin says:

    To boil the nipples into oblivion gives a real sense of how drastic the diaper change had to have been. Yowza!
    I vowed to myself before the offspring were born to refer to body parts as casually as though they were inquiring about an elbow. It helped. Kinda.
    But WHY do they have to ask?

  5. Jaleh says:

    “…watched his face for clues that it was okay to have messed up.”
    This sums up perfectly how it feels to be vulnerable- to take a risk and tell the truth, and to be a kid. Some of us don’t grasp at that age that no one is perfect-I didn’t- I have horror stories of jobs I cocked up trying to pretend I knew what I was doing- but one of the gifts of growing up is realizing that all growth comes with falling down. It’s what you do from there that defines you.
    Once again Jocelyn, I loved this piece.

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