Gag.

As a mommy blogger, there will undoubtedly be times when the bodily fluids and functions of my children will be the focus of my attention.  This is one of those times.  Consider yourself warned.

It takes a lot to turn my stomach.

I'm the one who will watch bot fly removals and surgeries online just because the gross out factor is pretty cool.

Today though, my threshold was challenged to the brink.

My youngest is my "bloody nose kid".  The first time I tried to leave her at the Y daycare, I got pulled off the treadmill before I could even push start because she had a bloody nose.

I ran up to the childcare center, fearing the worst, only to find some crusty nastiness on her finger from where she had gone-a-diggin' for gold.

I figured if that's all a bloody nose involved, then it really couldn't be such a big deal.

Heh.

Today, while busting it to get to the kids before I got the "naughty note" for late preschool pickup, I looked to the backseat and found my little one covered in blood.  Think a bad vampire movie.

To say I freaked out would be a total understatement.   I was able to identify the source but couldn't figure out how to stop it.  I thought that a passerby would call DFCS on me, or that she would start choking on the blood pouring from her nose.  So I reached over the back with my sweatshirt covering my hand and stuffed it up her nose while I drove like a madwoman trying to get to the school.  Yes, one hand on the steering wheel, the other directly behind me trying simultaneously soothe both her AND myself.

Two minutes later we were in the parking lot, nose still flowing, and I'm looking like I just left a murder scene with both me and my child covered in blood.

I got into the school, found a teacher to help me get the nose to stop, and got her semi-cleaned up.

Then I picked up the kids, and as I was talking to the teacher, I looked down to see a half-dollar sized booger blood clot in my son's hair.  Lil bit had sneezed.  I hadn't paid attention.

Now THAT's "grosser than gross".

The teachers had to take over because I nearly lost it right then and there as I became possessed by uncontrollable gagging.

Give me Bot Fly larvae any day... but THAT, well, thanks but no thanks.

Love, hugs, and blessings,
The Mama