Seconds later I looked back and yep, she was eating rocks again. This time I didn't move. I honestly did not care. She wasn't going to die. Really, there is no need to call Social Services. She was quiet and happy, eating the rocks. It was allowing me to focus on the boys. Christian and Elia were playing Ring Around the Rosie and Grace was eating rocks.
I was standing about a foot away from her at this point. My "mom eyes" were carefully observing her, but definitely not stopping her. Then, I noticed two women standing behind me watching in horror. I could read their minds. "Where is her mother? How awful! She could choke! Oh, how disgusting!" I remember smiling to myself. I thought about saying something to them. It was funnier to let them watch her.
I'm hoping some of you moms that are reading can relate. When you get to the fifth child, your fears are not the same as when you brought home your first. You sanitize the pacifier every time it falls to the ground. You even keep the pacifier in the plastic holder between uses. Bottles are always sterilized. You carefully clean your hands with Purell a thousand times a day. Strangers and even friends are not welcome to hold your precious child. I'd say by the time I got to the third baby it was a different story. And by the fifth, well, she eats rocks. I am OK with that. I think she's OK with it too.
If letting Grace eat rocks allows my boys to see me cheering them on; then fine by me. I'll let you in on another secret. Over the summer we were at a friend's house with a sandbox. She ate sand. We hung out with our friends. Grace ate some sand. It came out in her diaper the next day. It was gross, but she was fine. She has also happily munched on mulch at the playground, gummed some sticks in our backyard, and licked god knows what that she has found on the floor of my house.
Moms know best. Whatever makes life a little easier for you, is OK. Obviously, I am not advocating locking our kids in a closet. But I did just tell my friend with a three week old that she could lock the door to her older son's room at nap time. I did it. Nap time is sacred and locking your child's door keeps him in the room and allows you to get a break. My child fell asleep 95% of the time anyway. And by the end of the week I didn't even need to lock the door. We'll talk more about that at another point in time.
So, I let my baby eat rocks. If I have offended you for it, I apologize. Wait, no I don't.
|Not the day she ate rocks, but at a football game. She had another item in her sights.|
|On the move. Making her getaway.|
|Score! Gracie found a stick!|