Poison control on speed dial

I'm trying to not feel like a bad mom. I have had to call poison control 5 times this month. I had left the baby's amoxicillin in the drawer of the changing table so I could easily give him his medicine. While going to the bathroom my daughter the April baby came in saying she drank the juice all proud apparently in my sleep deprived state I didn't get the lid on all the way and she chugged it. After poison control and a hospital visit later she turned out just fine.then she proceeded to find vitamins I forgot were in my beside table a steroid cream given for a rash she had a few months back. Then after a thorough sweet of the house and making sure everything was baby proofed or so I thought she pushed a giant box to the kitchen counter climbed up (while mind you I'm changing little man's poopy diaper) opened the cabinet climbed it like a monkey just to grab my lactation pills and bite into one. And then tonight the cherry on top I'm cleaning highchairs and need more paper towels and she sprays the Lysol directly into her eyes. Is anyone else's toddlers doubling down on trying to kill themselves

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Food

Baby is 11 months old. He completely refuses to eat any food unless it’s from a pouch. I’m constantly making homemade food for him, he’ll have a spoon full and refuse the rest, no matter how much we try he literally only eats food pouches.

Anyone else having this issue? I genuinely feel like such a terrible mum because nothing I’m doing is working

Annoyed with work

I returned to work mid June and recently had a month review with my manager and HR. It was a positive meeting and no issues. But I’ve now read my letter following this and I’m really frustrated by a comment that’s been made. The day after this I was 5mins late in and admittedly I tend to be most days. But this is no fault of my own. I’m waking up at 5am to ensure I’m ready and sorted before the rest of the house, leaving at the right time to get my baby to nursery then onto work. Traffic is awful on the way no matter what time in the morning and I then have to park my car 15min walk from work. Anyone with a baby knows just how difficult getting out the door is even with bags packed the night before! Our nursery only has a few parking spaces so sometimes I have to wait for someone to leave. My baby still finds drop offs hard. I’m trying my absolute best to juggle all of this and be fully committed to my job, it’s absolutely exhausting. I’ve explained to work all of this (before the late comment was made) and I feel like I’m being shown no understanding. I’d get ticking off someone for being late if they haven’t got a valid reason but I have a baby! Honestly makes me question why am I doing this and why are parents treated so differently to any other employee

pls give advice

I’m 3 month’s postpartum and I feel like I’m losing my mind. My boyfriend and I broke up almost 2 months ago now because he was hanging out with other girls behind my back. I’m living with my mom and I am getting help here and there from her but I just feel so overwhelmed all the time no matter what I do. My baby won’t take my breast and only drinks out of bottles so if I’m constantly washing and pumping over and over again all day. I’m going back to school in two weeks. My babys dad hardly comes around to see her and I’m trying my best to coparent with him, but even talking to him makes me so angry. I just don’t know what to do anymore.

Hating life

I am literally hating life, our 14wk old is such a miserable baby its unreal.

Im sure he has silent reflux now, but am just counting down the days in the hope things get easier or counting down time so we can start moving onto solids.

Hes so miserable every day, all our family sees it too so its not just my imagination. The only time hes content is when hes sleeping or if im lucky the occasional 1p/20mins at some point throughout the day but it is so minimal when hes awake its unreal

Im so fed up, we also have a toddler and it dread days off with them both as its such a nightmare

I just hate life atm its shit

Question for this coming school year...

Ok so... my son is 5 (Sept 10th birthday) he was in kindergarten last year and now we are considering holding him back... but hes excelled so much that we are thinking of putting him through to 1st grade. His speech therapist doesn't know why I want to hold him back, but I just dont want him to fail. . . This padt year was super rough with me having his baby brother 2/20/25 and the brain surgeries 2 moths after i had the baby... homework wasnt done... speech wasnt done... kumon wasnt done... im not blaming. I understand that shit was happening... but at the same time he deteriorated from where we were and it took almost the rest of the year to catch up somewhat...

Do I hold him back? Or do I put him in 1st grade?

Choking (TW)

Hi everyone, I really need some reassurance or advice because I feel awful.

Today my 7-month-old was eating spaghetti bolognese. It was blended, but not completely smooth because he’s been doing so well with different textures recently. His dad was feeding him while I was nearby.

I turned around because I heard his dad call my name, and all I saw was my little boy with his face bright red, eyes wide open, and sick coming out of his mouth. I couldn’t hear him crying or coughing, I could just see him gagging, and I genuinely thought he was choking.

Without really thinking, I picked him up and gave him back blows on his bare back because I thought he still had food stuck. He then started screaming and crying, and afterwards I noticed there was a red handprint on his back from where I’d hit him. He’s absolutely fine now and is back to his normal self.

I can’t stop replaying it in my head. I feel so guilty that I hit him so hard it left a mark, and now I’m worrying that I’ve scared him or that he’ll be frightened of me because of it.

Has anyone else ever been in a similar situation? Did I do the wrong thing? I feel like such a terrible mum, even though I was just trying to help him.

Please be kind—I’m already beating myself up over it.