Sunday, November 28, 2010
On September 29th I had my first experience calling poison control.
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Lyla was helping me in the bathroom as usual. I was brushing my teeth and she was playing in the cupboard below. She pulled out a drawer from a little plastic container thing and I let her continue to play in it since it just held hair things. A few seconds later, I looked down just to be sure she wasn't into anything and that's when I saw a little blue pill (not viagra...hahah). And panic set in. I grabbed the little drawer and there were 4 different looking pills. I had no idea if she had eaten 1 or more, or any. After an Internet search and a frantic conversation with Todd, I learned 2 pills were Zyrtec, an allergy pill and the other was a generic Tylenol pm. These were as old as our marriage at least. I kept replaying the event, trying to decide if she could have had the chance to swallow a pill or not. The irrational side of me kept thinking she probably swallowed a fist full, but playing it out, I knew at best she could have only swallowed 2. That didn't' make me feel better though. What do I do? Go straight to the ER? Assume she's fine??? Ahhh. It was pretty late at night. I finally called poison control and found out that even had she taken 2-3 of each kind of pill, she would be fine. Why I didn't just call them sooner I don't know (I guess because I wasn't sure what she had or had not taken). At worst, she'd just be tired (ha!)
Relief is the only word to describe the experience! I burst into tears and irrationally cried for awhile. It was just such a real reminder of how precious life is. I had let myself think what life could be like without her which was truly the worst feeling in the world. Frightening. I'm happy to report Lyla wasn't even over tired. She slept normally and has been fine. Man, it's tough being a mom.
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