How to Get Rid of Stains on Mattresses (Especially if You Have Kids)
The cost of mattresses is quite high, and nobody likes to change their sheets every day just to find a large, unsightly stain. But it can be untidy living with children, pets, or aging parents. A mother gave her tips on how to get mattress stains out a few years back. Professionals have shown how to do this in the interim, focusing on particular stains. These tips aren’t just for parents either. They’re helpful for adult offspring of elderly or incontinent parents as well.
A Mother’s Knowledge
Katelyn Fagan is a devoted mother, wife, and businesswoman who helps families keep their homes tidy and orderly by providing cleaning goods and guidance. She offered a do-it-yourself method that she’s discovered works well for getting rid of mattress stains.
How to Get Rid of Stains on Mattresses
What You’ll require:
Combine the materials and mist the entire mattress, paying particular attention to any stains. After letting everything dry, use a vacuum to get rid of any leftovers.
A Foundation’s Advice
Although Katelyn’s advise is beneficial, stain removal can occasionally be challenging if one is unfamiliar with the chemistry of the stain. Nonetheless, by providing various recipes for tough-to-remove mattress stains, the Sleep Foundation assisted in removing some of these stains.They describe how to remove stains such as blood, vomit, urine, wine, and coffee, both old and fresh.
For “minor stains,” the first mattress stain removal recipe works well. Initially, use a light-colored cloth to wipe away any leftover liquid to avoid “any color bleeding.” Avoid rubbing as this may cause the liquid to seep further into the mattress. Use an enzyme cleanser, such as dish soap, laundry detergent, or stain remover from the shop. Baking soda, hydrogen peroxide, and white vinegar are more natural substitutes. It is advised to apply to the stained area, let it dry, and then vacuum away, just like Katelyn suggested. To guarantee that the mattress stains are properly removed, the method might need to be repeated. Additionally, to prevent mildew or mold formation, let the mattress air dry completely before using it.
Eliminate Blood and Urine Stains from Mattress Fabric
Cleaning up mattress stains from bodily fluids comes next. The good news is that cleaning new stains is less difficult than cleaning old ones. Therefore, blood can be extracted by directly dabbing with cold water.
Meanwhile, a mixture of baking soda and distilled vinegar may be needed for fresh urine. Pour the same amount of vinegar and water into a spray bottle. After dabbing the region to get rid of extra fluid, sprinkle baking soda on it. After letting the mixture dry, vacuum up any leftover material.
Taking Out Set-in Stains
Even though set-in stains are significantly more difficult to remove, they can still be done with the right cleaning solution. Refer back to Katelyn’s recommendations for urine stains that have set, as the procedures and formulations are the same.
However, blood that has already started to set in might need a little more help. Although an enzyme cleaner is advised, you can instead use common household items. A paste can be made with baking soda and hydrogen peroxide.
Additionally, scraping with a toothbrush or other abrasive object might assist get rid of stains on mattresses. A scrubbing brush is a preferable substitute since steel wool, among other things, could harm the mattress. In order to stop the stain from spreading, carefully rub the outside of the stain inward. Finally, before using the mattress, blot off any liquid or residue that may have remained.
Get rid of beverage stains from mattresses
It might be difficult to remove liquids like coffee, tea, or wine from clothes, let alone a big, thick mattress. Fortunately, dabbing rather than rubbing will help remove fresh stains before they set. You can also use cold water and a small amount of dish soap.
But if the stains have already set, then a more comprehensive solution might be required. Coffee and tea stains on mattresses can be effectively removed using vinegar and dish soap, but if there is additional cream or sugar present, it is advised to incorporate extra detergent and warm water into the mixture.
Wine, Red, Wine
Mattress stains like red wine are notoriously hard to get rid of. Thankfully, mattress stains may be effectively removed with commercial stain removers. Alternatively, you may try a solution of dish soap, salt, and hydrogen peroxide; just make sure you use cold water.
Blot the stain with cold water after removing any excess liquid, then sprinkle it with salt and leave it for a few minutes or longer. Next, use cool water and a light-colored cloth to dab the salt.
More steps and time may be needed to remove tougher stains:
It’s crucial to remember that many of these fixes might also apply to items other than beds, including clothes. Hydrogen peroxide, however, can fade clothing colors, so stay away from using these solutions on non-white materials and fabrics.
Finally, A Stain That Is Unpleasant to Remove
Urine and blood are unpleasant stains to clean, but vomit is possibly the most repulsive stain of them. The sickening smell of puke seems to cling, making stomachs turn whenever someone lies down or, in the worst situations, walks into the room. “Varied enzymes and acids” are the cause of the difficulty in eliminating the undesirable stains and smells. Thus, enzyme cleaners from the market are effective, but you can also make your own.
What You’ll require:
Give the area a thorough spray, then let it sit for 15 to 20 minutes. If the stain and smell are still apparent, blot away any leftover material and cover the area with baking soda. After letting it sit for at least eight hours, vacuum it. Always dab or buff, never rub (this stops the stain from setting further).
I Received an Old Letter from My Husband That Said, ‘I Did This for Us but You Must Keep Silent’ — the Truth Left Me Stunned
I was so excited to receive a letter sent by my husband when we were teenagers. But the cryptic note inside and photos of our classmates, including one of a friend who drowned, left me questioning our entire lives.
It was a quiet Saturday afternoon, the kind where nothing particularly exciting happened. My husband, Ernest, was tending to the garden. Our kids, 15 and 14, were out with their friends.
Happy man gradening | Source: Midjourney
Meanwhile, I was sitting in the kitchen of our cozy suburban home, sifting through the day’s mail. There was nothing unusual, at first. Bills, advertisements, and a random catalog I’d never requested.
But tucked between a grocery coupon and a credit card offer, I spotted a yellowed envelope with frayed edges. That was odd, yet what was even more surprising was the postmark dating back 20 years.
Upon closer inspection, I recognized Ernest’s messy handwriting. Had he sent it? Based on the date, we must have been in high school still. He and I started dating a couple of years after graduation and got married 15 years ago.
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The idea that he’d sent me something even before that was extremely exciting and romantic, so I smiled as I ripped into the envelope.
Inside was a single piece of paper and ten small photographs. There was a message on the note and the words immediately made my smile disappear:
“I DID THIS FOR US, BUT YOU MUST KEEP SILENT.”
What did that mean? I really had no idea, so I glanced at the photos, hoping they might explain.
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Most of them featured the teenagers from our high school, faces I recognized immediately. Well, some more than others. I saw myself, Ernest, my best friend Cynthia, etc. But one in particular stood out, and not for a good reason.
Thomas.
I gulped as the memories came back. Soon, tears started stinging my eyes.
Thomas had been a friend of ours, too. He was a sweet, goofy guy who had tragically drowned one summer. It was a horrific event. I always thought the best of him. I always… well. But staring at his photograph, I noticed something else.
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Thomas was standing by the lake where he met his end, while everyone else’s photos were taken at the school. Why was his image different? And why did my husband write that strange note? Were those two things related?
Either way, something wasn’t right.
I was still holding the photos and the note when the back door creaked open. Ernest walked into the kitchen, his gloves and hands streaked with dirt from yard work.
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He smiled briefly at me, but as soon as his eyes landed on what I was holding, the smile vanished.
“Where did you get that?” he asked sharply.
I hesitated. “It came in the mail,” I said, holding the envelope up. “Ernest, what is this? You sent it 20 years ago? And this note…” I unfolded the paper, showing him the bold words.
My husband’s eyes darted between the note and the photos in rapid succession, but he didn’t say a thing.
“What does it mean?” I urged.
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At last, he let out a laugh, a breathless sound.
“Wow, I can’t believe it really showed up after all this time,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “There was a company that offered to send you packages in the future. I was just messing around back then. I thought they went bankrupt.”
I frowned. Was there really such a thing? Like a time capsule messenger service? I had no idea, but in any case, it didn’t explain the note.
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“But then, what does this message mean?” I insisted. “‘I did this for us, but you must keep silent.’ I don’t understand.”
Ernest laughed awkwardly again.
“I was trying to get better at photography back then. I wanted to be a photojournalist, remember? I think I was also trying to impress you. You’d friend-zoned me in high school. But also, I didn’t want others to know. It wasn’t exactly the coolest thing for a guy to be into. I probably wrote that just in case the package was sent immediately by mistake. I didn’t want you to tell anyone.”
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He took a deep breath after finishing that long-winded explanation and turned, removing his gloves and beginning to wash his hands.
I studied his back. It was tight, and his movements were jerky. “What about Thomas?” I asked, holding up a specific photo. “Why did you take this by the lake, instead of the school like everyone else?”
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Ernest turned slightly and frowned, but he didn’t meet my eyes. “Oh, I probably didn’t catch him at school and took another photo at the lake instead. He was my friend, too, you know,” he sighed as he dried his hands. “It’s sad to see that picture at all and know what happened later.”
With a nod and a deep breath, my husband left the kitchen. He didn’t rush, but his back was still stiff. I stayed back and stared at the photos again as if I could see something new; some clue I hadn’t spotted before.
His explanation made perfect sense, but something in my gut told me there was more to this story.
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As a matter of fact, there was a time when… if things had been different… Thomas could have been my….
I didn’t even notice that 30 minutes had passed until Ernest returned to the kitchen, freshly showered. I tracked his movements as he poured himself some water and drank it casually.
“Ernest,” I began.
“Yeap?” he said, too nonchalantly, widening his eyes in curiosity.
“Are you sure nothing else is going on?” I insisted, holding up Thomas’s photo again.
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He frowned. “What are you really asking, Suzanne?”
I looked down at the table and licked my lips. I didn’t know how to express myself without any… accusation.
“It’s just that your face and your body language were pretty strange when I showed you the note and the photos,” I said and smiled, hoping to be reassuring. “Is there something else you’re not telling me? You know I love you. You can tell me anything. We’ll get through it.”
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“Look, baby,” Ernest said, walking around the kitchen but not meeting my eyes once. “I was shocked by the package, the memories, what happened to Thomas. I don’t know. And what I said before is the only explanation I can think of for that message. God, I don’t even remember what I had for breakfast today, so maybe, something else happened.”
He exhaled and put the water glass down on the counter.
“Maybe, there was some inside joke between us,” Ernest suggested, shaking his head. “Again, I don’t know. But we can just throw this out if it’s worrying you.”
A man frowning while leaning on a counter | Source: Midjourney
My hands instinctively placed Thomas’s photo behind my back, like I was shielding it. Ernest raised an eyebrow at me, so I started speaking.
“No, no,” I smiled wider, hoping he didn’t notice it was forced. “I was just being silly. This is actually really nice. It brings back so many memories.”
“Okay, then,” he said, approaching me. His hands touched my shoulders, and he kissed me quickly before going to the living room to watch TV.
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Once he was out of view, I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself. I also tried to push down my crazy imagination before the idea of two teen boys standing by a lake appeared behind my eyes.
No. I was not going there.
Instead, I pictured the Ernest I knew: the great husband, who massaged my feet when I was pregnant, the unbelievable father who never missed our kids’ games, and the amazing provider who gave us a beautiful home, tended to the garden, and occasionally grilled the best steak in town.
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And with those very real memories in mind, I let my worries go. I put the photos and the note back into the envelope and stored them in a drawer where we kept random things.
I finally left the kitchen and smiled sweetly at my husband as I passed through the living room toward our bedroom. Once in bed, I reached for my phone.
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The AirPods settled into my ears, and I clicked play on one of my favorite podcasts about unsolved mysteries. The stories always calmed me. I must have fallen asleep because Ernest woke up me with a kiss.
He had even prepared dinner, and our teens were already at the table, chatting wildly about their day. My husband laughed and asked them questions while we dug into the food.
It was then that I took a good look at us, at this perfect moment in time with our family. I knew that in 50 years, I would still remember how happy we were.
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And I wanted more of that. So, I looked at Ernest and squeezed his hand before turning to my kids with a smile. I listened intently to their conversation. It was a great dinner.
Later that night, I slept in my husband’s arms, holding him tightly as if he might disappear.
I had a wild imagination. I knew that. What’s more, I also knew that the podcasts I listened to tended to make me paranoid, even if I thought they were soothing.
But this was my reality. This was the truth and what mattered. I wasn’t going to jeopardize that by coming up with crazy scenarios and questioning Ernest’s words. I believed him fully, and I still do.
A happy woman | Source: Midjourney
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