Bad Mommy
I just put my daughter in a turkey roasting bag.
That’s not all. First I tried a regular food storage bag…that wasn’t big enough. Next I tried a 2-gallon Ziploc bag, but I was afraid it wouldn’t give her enough room. So I settled on the turkey bag.
I did it all in the name of medicine.
Now, before anyone calls CPS on me, let me explain.
Dr. McCormick ordered a bunch of lab work done on Emma. Yesterday I took her to the lab at the hospital down the road, where Emma was born. They took 5 vials of blood out our little girl. They poked her in the main vain in one arm but decided it might not hold up for all those vials. They removed the first needle and inserted a 2nd one in the other arm. They did manage to get the blood they needed.
However, Dr. McCormick ordered a urine analysis. This hospital doesn’t have the nifty urine-collecting plastic bags that Children’s Hospital used on Emma during her first stay there. I was sent home with a cup. I’m supposed to collect a 6 month old baby’s urine. Can anyone tell me how in the world I’m supposed to do that?
So I made my own urine-collecting plastic bag. Out of a turkey roasting bag. I’ve got her naked up to her chest with her bottom half in the bag. She looks silly. I feel weird putting her in a plastic bag, but I’m not really sure what else to do.
She’s asleep now. I’m hoping she goes soon. Or else I’ll have to do it again this afternoon.
I’m also hoping that I can get her out of the bag without making a mess.
And I’m really thankful that she’s way too young to remember this.
** Updated **
Our first try didn’t work. I’ll be back at it again this afternoon.



