No Wonder I Am Tired

Ok, I'll admit it: It's hard to be 31 weeks pregnant with #5...and that is when things go smoothly.

I knew it was probably just a matter of time - -given Kenzie's curiosity, love of climbing and getting into things she shouldn't. Yesterday was that time.

I was busy trying to fax some important documents and get dinner ready. I thought Kenzie was downstairs with the other kids. Greg was busy in the office as well. About 5:30, I heard her crying and calling for me. It was then that I discovered that she wasn't downstairs - -but upstairs in my bathroom. Imagine my dismay when I rounded the corner and first, smelled a terrible smell (turned out to be liquid wart remover), then, I found her crying, on top of the bathroom counter, soaking wet with stuff all over her mouth...and pills everywhere.

We quickly decided that since we had no clue as to how much, if anything, she had ingested, we better take her to the ER. I grabbed the bottles of Tylenol, prenatal vitamins and Sudafed and we took off. I was quite certain I was going to go into labor given how fast Greg was driving. It was a long/quick trip to the hospital. He kept telling me to relax - that he drives like that all the time (going straight through intersections on left turn green arrows, etc.) Yes, well, he may drive like that...but he doesn't do it with the whole family in the car...and our Pontiac Montana certainly isn't a police cruiser.

Long story short: we got to the hospital, the 3 older kids colored quietly for an hour while Kenzie was hooked up to monitors, etc. Greg's parents cut their dinner at Outback short so they could come and pick up the other kids. (We were very grateful!) Greg called a neighbor and asked him to go upstairs to our bathroom to count the remaining pills. (It didn't cross my mind to grab them all.)  Kenzie had to have an x-ray, a catheter and two rounds of blood drawn before (6.5 hours later) it was determined that she was probably ok. She either didn't take anything (she alternately told us she ate the pink and red ones...or that she'd licked them.) or had such a small amount that no levels of toxicity were detected in her x-rays, blood or urine. 

(It turns out the stuff all over her face was paint - from Addysen's room. There's a story for a different day. AND...she had managed to open a brand new bottle of Tylenol - - I found the silver foil wrapper when we got home. The girl is into everything!)

Yes, we were very lucky...and we are very grateful. Aside from being particularly grouchy and tired (all of us)...all is well. We're heading off for naps now...and hoping the trauma of this experience was enough to keep her out of the bathroom...and off of counters. 

What are the odds?