Just another day... AT THE EMERGENCY ROOM!

Today was an absolute shit show. If you were to come to my house on this day, there is a strong possibility you would have mistaken it for a zoo. Literally. For starters, if you read last nights post, then you already know that Jack is sick with a cold, and because of that he was up a lot last night. So much so, that I lost track after the 5th time. With that in the back of my mind, I woke up this morning knowing that the day would present many challenges. Jack wasn't really interested in doing anything today. Which was completely understandable, considering his lack of sleep, being sick, and his two-year molars coming in. When I checked his mouth this morning, I saw a tiny but of white poking out the side of the bottom, right molar. Although, I didn't have to look in his mouth to know that he was getting a tooth. He has been drooling like crazy lately and biting EVERYTHING.

I'm just going to cut to the chase of my story, because to be quite honest, all I want to do is go to sleep. I'm so tired that what I'm typing probably won't make the least bit of sense. It was about 5:00 and Jack and I had just finished skyping with Matt's parents. I went to use the bathroom and about a minute and half later Jack wandered in with an OPENED container of Vick's and just as I realized what he had, he put a huge glob of it in his mouth. I frantically grabbed the container from his hand and tried to get as much as I could out of his mouth with a wet towel and cup of water. When I looked inside of the container and noticed that almost half of it was missing. Knowing that Matt was on his break at work, I called him and made him aware of what happened and asked him if he could call poison control, since I was busy dealing with Jack and making darn sure he wouldn't get into anything else. Matt quickly called me back and advised me to bring him to the hospital right away because there was a possibility he could break into seizures. I. Felt. Horrible. Not only did this happen on my watch, but there was also a possibility that he could become seriously ill because of it. I should interrupt this story by telling you that the cap was screwed on the Vick's and it was on his dresser. He was able to reach it by climbing on the rocking chair ottoman. Trying to get out the door as fast as I could, I quickly threw some pants and socks on him, (he wasn't wearing any because they got all wet when he was outside.) stuffed some snacks and milk in the diaper bag and then we ran out the door. We drove to the nearest hospital, which isn't the normal one we usually go to because it's pretty scummy and I'd much rather take him to Hasbro in Providence, where they specialize in children. Matt left work and was going to meet us there. When we walked in, I informed the hospital what had happened. Meanwhile, Jack was squirming in my arms, because wanted so badly to get down and explore his new surroundings. It took all my might, to keep him close to me. Finally Matt walked in and I was relieved to have help with Mr. busy bee. For being an ER, they actually got us in fairly quick. When we told the doctors and nurses what had happened, it was obvious they weren't quite sure what to do. They took his vitals and got some information from me. I told the doctor how much Vick's was missing from the tub and because some of it was smeared on his clothes and bedroom floor, we estimated that he probably only consumed 3/4 of an ounce, which was relieving for Matt to hear because when he originally called poison control, he guessed that Jack consumed about two ounces, thinking that it was the larger tub size, and with the amount Matt gave them, Poison Control said to get him to a hospital right away. After giving Jack a once over, the doctor decided to re-phone poison control with the new numbers, and see if it was still a dangerous amount to consume. Lucky for us, the doctor came back in the room and told us he was going to be just fine and the toxicologist from PC was almost positive that nothing would come of it. Hoofta!What a relief. I'm so truly thankful that it was a lot less worse than what we had anticipated. After we received the good news, we were on our way. To top off the night, when we got home from the ER, there were dirty diapers, shredded all over the living room floor. The dogs couldn't have picked a worse day to be naughty.

So let this be a lesson to all new or future moms to never underestimate your toddlers. Even when things are closed and out of arms reach, if your child is ambitious enough, they CAN AND WILL FIND A WAY TO GET TO THEM!