So, that story about last Sunday...
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sakon76Wonderful Husband and I thought we had the child-proofing covered. Plugs in all the outlets, latches on all the cabinets and toilets, furniture earthquake-bolted to the walls, toddler never left alone in water for even a second, medications kept on the top shelf that I can just barely reach.
Until last Sunday, about 3pm, half an hour before we were to leave to go to my parents' for dinner, I go into the kitchen to find that Squiddle has dragged his chair up to the counter and was able to reach the days-of-the-week pill box that we had thought was safely out of his reach, being kept at the very back edge of the kitchen counter.
And Monday on Wonderful Husband's side is popped open.
I yell for Wonderful Husband; he goes through the pills and confirms that one is missing. We can't find it on the counter or the floor and have to assume that Squiddle took it.
We call Poison Control.
As directed by them, we go to the Emergency Room, letting my parents know not to expect us for dinner after all. The ER is at the same hospital where I have my C-section scheduled the next day, just 15 minutes from home. We get seen right away.
Fortunately, the particular medication Squiddle presumably took is not particularly virulent. Unfortunately, it's a gradual release pill, so he gets admitted for overnight observation.
I did mention I'm due back at the hospital the next morning to give birth to a baby, yes? And we're not about to let our three-year-old son stay at the hospital alone.
So it ends up that Wonderful Husband goes home briefly to have dinner and assemble an overnight bag for himself and Squiddle, then we swap out and I come home to have dinner, finish packing for a 3-4 day hospital stay for myself and Wonderful Husband, plus a 4-5 day grandparental stay for Squiddle, finish running the laundry through washer and dryer, take a shower, and do my pre-surgery prep. All the while berating ourselves for being horrible parents, how could we have let this happen, etc.
Long story short, nothing happened, he had no visible reaction to the medication, the hospital was able to discharge him a little early so that we had an one hour window at home for my mother to pick him up and for us to do turn-around and head back to the hospital.
Someday this will be just an amusing anecdote with a punchline something like Squiddle trying to upstage Jazzy.
But it was NOT FUN to go through.
And now the day-of-the-week pillbox lives on the high shelf with the bottles of vitamins.
Until last Sunday, about 3pm, half an hour before we were to leave to go to my parents' for dinner, I go into the kitchen to find that Squiddle has dragged his chair up to the counter and was able to reach the days-of-the-week pill box that we had thought was safely out of his reach, being kept at the very back edge of the kitchen counter.
And Monday on Wonderful Husband's side is popped open.
I yell for Wonderful Husband; he goes through the pills and confirms that one is missing. We can't find it on the counter or the floor and have to assume that Squiddle took it.
We call Poison Control.
As directed by them, we go to the Emergency Room, letting my parents know not to expect us for dinner after all. The ER is at the same hospital where I have my C-section scheduled the next day, just 15 minutes from home. We get seen right away.
Fortunately, the particular medication Squiddle presumably took is not particularly virulent. Unfortunately, it's a gradual release pill, so he gets admitted for overnight observation.
I did mention I'm due back at the hospital the next morning to give birth to a baby, yes? And we're not about to let our three-year-old son stay at the hospital alone.
So it ends up that Wonderful Husband goes home briefly to have dinner and assemble an overnight bag for himself and Squiddle, then we swap out and I come home to have dinner, finish packing for a 3-4 day hospital stay for myself and Wonderful Husband, plus a 4-5 day grandparental stay for Squiddle, finish running the laundry through washer and dryer, take a shower, and do my pre-surgery prep. All the while berating ourselves for being horrible parents, how could we have let this happen, etc.
Long story short, nothing happened, he had no visible reaction to the medication, the hospital was able to discharge him a little early so that we had an one hour window at home for my mother to pick him up and for us to do turn-around and head back to the hospital.
Someday this will be just an amusing anecdote with a punchline something like Squiddle trying to upstage Jazzy.
But it was NOT FUN to go through.
And now the day-of-the-week pillbox lives on the high shelf with the bottles of vitamins.
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Date: 2016-09-17 09:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-17 10:26 pm (UTC)https://www.amazon.com/LockMed-Kevlar-Medication-Pill-Combination/dp/B00T703M4A
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Date: 2016-09-18 12:34 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-09-18 06:56 pm (UTC)Every parent has gone through something similar, I swear. Kids are amazingly creative in getting what they want. I hope you're able to laugh about this sooner rather than later.
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Date: 2016-09-19 01:12 am (UTC)