On Saturday morning, after R visited the bathroom and I was snuggling with him on the couch, I smelled the distinct smell of maple syrup. I sniffed around and discovered that it was only coming from R's lower half. I was a little freaked out because, from my days as an editor for a parenting magazine focusing on children with disabilities, I know that there is a disease called maple syrup urine disease. And that it can be serious. But I tried not to worry.
When A got up, I mentioned this all to him, and he seemed concerned and recommended that we look up the disease online right then to get more info and figure out whether to call the doctor. Our research wasn't very helpful - the disease almost always shows up in newborns in the first few days of their life, but it can show up later in life, too. It's very serious if it's not diagnosed right away for newborns, but once diagnosed, dietary changes are all that's needed.
We decided to wait and see if the smell showed up again later or the next day, and then if it did, we'd call R's doctor.
On Sunday morning, I smelled it again.
I also remembered that we had had French toast (with syrup) for breakfast earlier in the week and that R was wearing the same pajamas as he had on French toast day. And, knowing R and his inability to keep anything on the table or in his mouth ... well, you can figure it out.
Nothing like being a parent to feel like an idiot on a regular basis and to keep you humble. At least I didn't call the doctor!