The sepsis panic attack...

The mind.

What a powerful critter. 

Last week, at 1am, mom woke up and couldn't fall back asleep. She grabbed her phone to do a little secret bed Googling in the dark (because that's ALWAYS a good idea)! 

Rewind...

The Saturday before Apu got came back to San Diego, mom decided to straighten her crazy mom hair. She whipped out her trusty hair straightener to transform her Medusa dread locks, into beautiful flowing mermaid hair.    

See below...seriously, it looked this amazing. 

Whilst in the midst of her sea creature transformation, duty called (meaning me, as I demanded a kakao).

On the way back to the bathroom, she heard a thump and screech from innocent baby Pompom. Nothing new...as in I'm usually poking, dragging, licking or otherwise harassing my little sis. 

She turned the corner to see her hot straightener next to Pompom's foot. She didn't think much of it (wishful thinking) until she discovered a blistered burn on her itty bitty toe a day later. Mom fail 735,848. 

Fast forward to back to Pompom's relentless fever and mom's genius idea to Google high fevers and infections in the middle of the night, while working on about 2.5 brain cells...

Ta-dah! SEPSIS. 

So in a panic, mom woke Apu from his peaceful slumber to have a conference. Dr. Apu, with his infinite medical knowledge, mentioned that Pompom's little toe DID look a bit infected. 

Commence, panic attack DEFCON THREE.

The day before aforementioned panic attack, the urgent care doctor called mom to follow up on how things were going...on her personal cell phone. 

*Note to future physicians...block your number. 

So mom promptly called her at 8am, ON HER DAY OFF, while she was taking her children to school and proceeded to freak her out too. 

Secondary note to future physicians...don't listen to crazy mother's who have ZERO medical background other than a useless degree in counseling and nimble Googling fingers. Mom proceeded to completely convince this sweet doctor that Brooklyn was on her death bed. Off they went...straight to Children's Hospital.    

This, my friends, is how the mind can lead to totally unnecessary hysteria, two days in the hospital, and a bill equivalent to a brand new Mercedes. 

So, today's lesson(s)...

1. Charge your cell phone in another room, 

2. Read a book if you can't fall asleep, 

3. AND learn to accept your new mom hair with all of its' kinks, frizz and imperfections.