It was the morning of February 9, 2013.
I was sitting on the porch of my apartment, watching my son get ready for bed.
He’d been at the pediatrician’s office for a week, and the day before, I’d given him a bottle of shampoo.
“Do you like this?”
“Yeah, this is amazing,” he said, pointing to the bottles on the counter.
He was clearly thrilled.
I’m still surprised he didn’t cry.
I told him to go ahead and try the other shampoo on the shelf.
He did, and after just a few seconds, he was staring at me in awe.
We were sitting on a couch, the television in the background.
“This is your baby’s shampoo,” he told me.
“He’s just starting to smell,” I said.
“What?” he asked.
I looked at him.
“Oh, it’s amazing,” I explained.
“And you’re like, ‘Oh, my god, that’s great.’
And you’re sitting there, and he’s just like, Wow.
The shampoo was not something I’d used for months, so I was really nervous.
I hadn’t had any experience with baby shampoo before.
But I knew how important it was to get my baby to drink his shampoo.
And so, I made sure I took him into the shower every morning.
I went into the bathroom, and I put a bottle in the shower.
He didn’t drink it, but I knew he would.
He started smelling good.
“Wow,” I thought.
This is a great shampoo.”
We took a few more showers and then I noticed something else: I started getting really excited about my baby.
He had become an adult.
He used to be shy, but now he was becoming more outgoing.
I would go outside, play with him, and we’d chat for hours.
He would ask questions, like, “Are you hungry?
Do you like to go out?”
We’d even go grocery shopping.
I started to get really excited.
“You’re not going to drink this?” he would ask.
“No, I won’t,” I would say.
“I just love this shampoo.
I don’t want to drink it.
I love this.
This shampoo is my baby’s first shampoo.”
It was almost midnight when I woke up.
I had a few minutes to get dressed and prepare my baby for the night.
I headed to the kitchen to put on a new pair of baby-safe baby diapers.
But then I heard a noise outside.
I peeked in the door.
“It’s my brother!” he exclaimed.
“Yes, baby,” I replied.
“Where are you going?”
I called out to him.
He came running out the door, clutching his head in his hands.
I quickly took him to the hospital.
I immediately called the hospital to get the doctors to check on him.
The doctor said I should go to the pediatricians office to see him.
I didn’t want him to get sick, so that’s when I called the pediatric neurologist to see what was wrong.
“We’ve got to have a baby in the next two hours,” he explained.
The next day, I went to see my baby, and she was in bed.
“Mama, I’m sick,” I cried.
“Are your mommy sick?” he replied.
I got her to the doctor and told her what happened.
“She’s fine, she just needs a few hours to recover.”
The next morning, I was at my son’s bedside when he woke up and looked at me.
He said, “Mom, I have a headache.”
“What are you doing?
I told my husband to put her in the car.”
I asked my husband what was going on.
“The doctor said he thinks she’s allergic to shampoo.”
I told the doctor what had happened, and then told him that my husband was getting a little agitated.
“Why would you do that?” he questioned.
“Because your husband is the first person to tell you he has a headache,” I told them.
“So why would you put your daughter in bed?” he responded.
“Well, I think it might be because he wants to help you.
He wants to get rid of the headache,” said my husband.
“But mom, I don- I don-” I began to sob again.
“Don’t worry, I’ll tell you what to do,” he reassured me.
I began sobbing even harder.
“Okay, I know it’s not your fault,” I finally said.
He told me to sit down, and as soon as I sat down, he began putting me to bed.
I knew I had to get to sleep.
So I took a deep breath, and began to cry.
As soon as my breath left my mouth,