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Sorry for the long post- I just felt the need to share, because if I can do it, anyone can! 
I have been posting about this all week. DCB and the nasty diaharrea blowouts. Parents take him home- say he's fine, he comes back.... blow out!
This morning, 10 minutes after drop off, dcb has a horrible blow out- all over the high chair, himself top to bottom, I have to take him out and undress him on the tile floor- it gets all over the floor, all over me, etc. You get the point. Thank God dh was home to watch the other kids while I got everything cleaned and sanitized.
I called dcp's and told them they had to get him immediately, and that I have been dealing with this all week (I had them keep him Tuesday for this same issue but let is slide Weds and Thurs because I was too meek to call them), and that I just can't handle all of the other kids and keep doing 1 on 1 diaharrea care and clean up. Not to mention that I don't want someone else's feces all over my house every day of the week, several times a day. (Ok, that's my vent portion of the story).
DCD picks up dcb, and says he doesn't know what is going on, since they don't have these problems at their house. (Well, since he is here 10 hours a day and he is mostly sleeping during the week with you, I'm sure that's why- I see him more). I told him I am not sure what is going on either, but maybe it is time for a call to the doc. The child has no fever, and is in a great mood- just bad diaharrea every day. DCD casually mentions that DCM gave him milk this morning, and that they have been trying to get him on cow's milk.
Say Whaaaaaat!?! Perhaps the child is not able to tolerate cow's milk!?! (I hate cow's milk, personally- it causes more problems than its worth).
Anyway, I am proud of myself for calling them to get him. I really don't do nasty liquid poop, and I definitely don't do it multiple times a week, let alone a day. I am (should say WAS) a very quiet, non-confrontational person, and it took a lot of inner strength for me to call them to get him. Actually it took DH this morning, after looking at the tears in my eyes as I had to deal with this again, telling me to call them. Yes, I had tears in my eyes, because of the stress of it all. I was feeling helpless and out of control of the situation. I felt disrespected and looked down upon. But today sparked a change inside me, and my backbone got a little bigger. And now that I went past my previous thresh-hold, I think I can do it again!
You do this long enough and everyone has their breaking point, where they say that they will not tolerate "it" (whatever it may be) is anymore. I hit that point today. I have to control my house. I have an obligation to my family, and the other families present. This is MY domain, and I am the boss!
Just wanted to share.
I have been posting about this all week. DCB and the nasty diaharrea blowouts. Parents take him home- say he's fine, he comes back.... blow out!
This morning, 10 minutes after drop off, dcb has a horrible blow out- all over the high chair, himself top to bottom, I have to take him out and undress him on the tile floor- it gets all over the floor, all over me, etc. You get the point. Thank God dh was home to watch the other kids while I got everything cleaned and sanitized.
I called dcp's and told them they had to get him immediately, and that I have been dealing with this all week (I had them keep him Tuesday for this same issue but let is slide Weds and Thurs because I was too meek to call them), and that I just can't handle all of the other kids and keep doing 1 on 1 diaharrea care and clean up. Not to mention that I don't want someone else's feces all over my house every day of the week, several times a day. (Ok, that's my vent portion of the story).
DCD picks up dcb, and says he doesn't know what is going on, since they don't have these problems at their house. (Well, since he is here 10 hours a day and he is mostly sleeping during the week with you, I'm sure that's why- I see him more). I told him I am not sure what is going on either, but maybe it is time for a call to the doc. The child has no fever, and is in a great mood- just bad diaharrea every day. DCD casually mentions that DCM gave him milk this morning, and that they have been trying to get him on cow's milk.
Say Whaaaaaat!?! Perhaps the child is not able to tolerate cow's milk!?! (I hate cow's milk, personally- it causes more problems than its worth).
Anyway, I am proud of myself for calling them to get him. I really don't do nasty liquid poop, and I definitely don't do it multiple times a week, let alone a day. I am (should say WAS) a very quiet, non-confrontational person, and it took a lot of inner strength for me to call them to get him. Actually it took DH this morning, after looking at the tears in my eyes as I had to deal with this again, telling me to call them. Yes, I had tears in my eyes, because of the stress of it all. I was feeling helpless and out of control of the situation. I felt disrespected and looked down upon. But today sparked a change inside me, and my backbone got a little bigger. And now that I went past my previous thresh-hold, I think I can do it again!
You do this long enough and everyone has their breaking point, where they say that they will not tolerate "it" (whatever it may be) is anymore. I hit that point today. I have to control my house. I have an obligation to my family, and the other families present. This is MY domain, and I am the boss!
Just wanted to share.
Sorry to hear your day started so terribly! Good for you for putting your foot down! Hopefully the parents will get this issue resolved. (( hugs ))
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