
Note to self: On a rainy day when you are stuck inside with 2 young ones, never, ever complain to your husband that you are bored! It might land you in the ER.
As you can imagine, that was the phone call that immediately preceded the events of the afternoon. I had put the kids down for a nap and was tired of being inside. Grayson, as usual, decided to boycott his afternoon nap. His new tactic is, "Mommy, I need to tee tee in the potty." I heard him stalling around in the bathroom and yelled across the way to get back to his room and in bed. He was going to at least do some quiet time. When what to my little ears should hear but a click, click, click. That was a new one to me. There are always sounds coming from his room during nap time: trains, books, walls being kicked, but this was a new one. My gut told me to check it out. When I went in I found him with a brand new bottle of children's motrin. Thankfully the seal had not been broken and he could not get it open. He told me, "I want to drink it." I ask you, what child likes medicine? YUCK!
As I hauled the medicine back into the bathroom I found an open, empty bottle of Delsum on the counter. I have no idea the exact amount that was in the bottle, but am guessing between a quarter and half of it. There was a small medicine cup beside it and I must say he did a great job with his pouring, not a drop spilled! His original story told me he drank 4 cup fulls, but his counting is shaky at best. His revised story was one big drink and 2 small ones. That sounds more plausible. After a phone call to poison control, we all headed to the ER.
At the ER he received a cocktail of liquid charcoal and chocolate milk...mmmmm. Thick, goopy, tar looking stuff, but when you frame it as Batman Milk, it goes right down. I was extremely thankful that his "poison" qualified for the charcoal option and not the vomit inducing drug. Four hours of observation later and we are all home. It was a long 4 hours. When the President is giving a speech, there is not much suitable to entertain a 3 year old on TV. Instead Grayson entertained me by sticking his SMELLY feet in my face and yelling at the top of his lungs, "STINKY." I am sure we were not helping the lady next to us who was in for a heart attack.
My devotional over the last few days has been to watch for the Lord's invisible hand in your life. As I look back over today, I can definitely see it.
* I found the bottle within minutes of him ingesting it.
* Jamison was on his way to a work meeting 5 minutes from our house. He got to us almost immediately.
* I had been to the pediatrician for well visits earlier in the week and had received new poison control stickers. I had the number at my finger tips.
Some helpful reminders:
Poison control number: 1-800-222-1222
Poison control number: 1-800-222-1222
If your child does ingest poison, take the bottle with you to the ER. They will want to see it.
The leading dangers for children under 6 (on my thank you for visiting the ER sheet):
* Cleaning Products (drain, oven, toilet bowl cleaners, dishwasher detergent and rust remover)
* Cough & Cold Meds
* Cosmetics (perfume and make-up)
* Household Plants
* Pain Thinner & Paint Remover
* Pesticides
* Prescription Drugs
* Vitamins (especially those with iron)
what a scare. i'm so sorry that you had to go through that. thank you for posting what you learned today. hopefully none of your friends have to go through what grayson (and you) just did. i hope you guys get a good night's sleep.
ReplyDeleteThankful he's ok! What is Delsum?
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad he's ok.. God is good!! Remember, being bored is a good thing!! :)
ReplyDeleteOoooh, Jen. I would have been panic-stricken! Gotta get some of those stickers. I'm not sure it would deter him, though, other than to occupy him long enough as he tried to peel them off for me to discover what he was doing. So thankful Grayson is okay.
ReplyDeleteYikes! I don't think I am ready for that part of being a mommy yet! SO glad he is doing OK!
ReplyDeleteWow.
ReplyDeleteI have called poison control more times than I can count, but I never had to take one in. Well, except for when Maggie ate the elephant ears.
So glad he is all right.