Yesterday we went to the playground, which was extremely hot. Samara was sleeping in the Moby Wrap, so one side of her face got sunburned. She was really cranky when we got home, and I wanted to do something to soothe her sunburn, poor thing. I made the mistake of looking on the internet for treatments for baby sunburns. The first thing I saw was “baby sunburn, when to call a doctor.” Naturally, I freaked out, and called the doctor. Of course, I had to leave a message for someone to call me back. In the interim, I called my friend Donna, who has five siblings and has witnessed many an ailment.
“SAMARA HAS A SUNBURN! THE INTERNET SAID TO CALL THE DOCTOR! WHAT DO I DO?!”
“Give her a cool bath and some infant tylenol.” Donna said calmly.
“Okay, okay …” I said trying to remain calm. All of a sudden,I noticed the doctor was calling on the other line. I quickly hung up with Donna and promised to call her back.
Guess what the doctor’s advice was? A cool bath and infant tylenol!
Why the hell did I bother calling the doctor?!
I called Donna back to tell her the news, and I strongly encouraged her to go to medical school.
She told me she only remembers two instances where her siblings went to the ER, one was was when her brother dislocated his shoulder, and the other was of the same urgent nature, but I can’t recall it at the moment because I am sleep deprived.
Thank you Dr. Donna. I’m calling you next time!