How do you get your baby to use your shampoo?

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?”

I asked.

“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.


That’s amazing.”

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.

“That’s amazing.

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,