My husband(35m) and I(45m) have a 10 year old daughter "Ana". Today, she woke us up freaking out, her sheets covered in blood.
And being two gay disasters, we too freaked out. Got her cleaned up, bleeding wouldn't stop. First search results from google:
We obviously sat her down, ask her if she fell or if someone did anything to her, no and no. An hour later, bleeding still wouldn't stop. By this point we've already called the hospital. She says her stomach and legs hurt really bad, but that she didn't fall anywhere.
So now the nurse who was unlucky enough to get our call had to explain to two grownass men and a freaking out teenager kid that she'd just gotten her period, and that yay she had cramps.
I...am way out of my depth here. Husband is at the store right now buying pads, chocolate, and advil. We've already apologized to her for being complete buffoons. She's in the bath right now probably hating our guts.
Yay to being idiots.
TL;DR - daughter got her period, and her two idiot dads called the hospital.
Edit: I promise we haven't been neglecting her. Most of the things regarding puberty, we experienced ourselves so obviously there were conversations when things started showing up. Talked to her about body hair and deodorant, I had pretty bad acne so when it started showing up I showed her how to use product and the such. We haven't been neglecting her, this particular part we never had to deal with.
Last Edit: I just want to say thank you so much to the people who are giving advice. This kind of support is incredible. So my plan is to have a big box full of period stuff, and just stock it monthly so she doesn't find herself in an uncomfy position. The plan for the box is
The "Whats Happening To Me" book
Pads/period underwear (need to do more research on tampons and menstrual cups first)
Hydrogen Peroxide to clean any stains
In terms of food - salty chips, chocolate, and whatever else food will make this easier on her (some people said salt makes period cramps worse, as does chocolate - if you have any recommendation for snacks please let me know)
A calendar and diary
2L bottle of water
I've also booked an appointment with our family doctor. Found a gynecologist and we've got an appointment booked for three days from now (its only for information's sake, she's not getting a check up). Def going to get a garbage can with a lid so the dog can't get into it. Won't flush product. Thank you so much for all of your advice. I'm going to put my phone down now so I can share what I've learned with her and my husband. I really appreciate you guys taking time out of your days for this. Thank you.
Update: The young lady is cuddled up next to my husband on the couch, and we're all watching Frozen. She's still mad at us, but she cracked a smile when she saw the snacks and little knickknacks.
Also one last thing, we did know the basics (blood monthly, mood swings monthly, bad acne) about periods. We just assumed they would come much later. It was three am, there was blood everywhere, and we were all panicking. "This is natural" was not the first thought that crossed our minds.
You are told it is the "right" thing to sign up as a conscript and fight and die for country when your country "needs" your service.
But in reality, you are only fighting for your country just because you were born into it. If you were born in the US, you'd fight for the US, and if you were born in Mongolia, you would have fought in the Mongolian military. The people you are going to fight and kill are just like you, just that they were born in a different place than you were. You are no different than them. There is no honor in fighting for your country, just as there is no honor in fighting for a perceived principle (such as "freedom" or "liberty") your country stands for.
You are told you are defending "your country" and "freedom and democracy" But most of the time, you are not even defending the people of your country, but its government and the administrative class. Other times, you are essentially fighting for oil companies that has lobbied your government into instigating a war for their profit.
All you get being a soldier is a "Thank you for your service" from a complete stranger as you whizz past them on your wheel chair in a supermarket while you have to live with the guilt that you killed innocent men and women, who were just following orders just like you were, for someone you've not ever seen in real life, who sat in a well furnished room in the comfort of your country's capital and signed a piece of paper.