If you don't know the above phone #....let me clue you in.......POISON CONTROL:) I will forever have that number burned in my brain....ya know the brain that forgets everything:) And you are fixing to see what I mean by that!
I wanted to share with you today a picture of son #2's first game to pitch. He was sooooo nervous....almost to point of being sick...nervous. He did great! It was a good night out at the ball field......heck every night for that matter is at the ball field....and I aim to make them good! I love sports and bit of a competitor myself...so that helps a little:) We felt torn last night, with son #1 playing a game at another field. But, this was son #2's first game and he has been patient with us going to and fro with brother, so it's his turn.
Okay back to son #2's big night. I thought it was going to revolve around the "game", but no, it revolved around POISON CONTROL:) Yes, me the flying by the seat of my pants, Mom, was going to doctor son #2's cold. He has had this cold for several days...and after the game he seemed chugged up a bit and coughing. So, I commence to giving him "his".....see I did good, I gave him "his" prescribed medicine from a previous bout with congestion....where things went horribly wrong..... was I gave him too much. I had given him an OTC cough syrup that morning..non-drosy formula, which was a different dosage...and I mistakenly gave him a dose too much of the real thing last night. It hit me like a ton of bricks, what I had done! My knees got weak and a sick feeling came over me. Now what? It's late, he's asleep, I don't know if he'll wake up........my mind went wild with crazy thoughts. The same kind of feeling I got when son#1 went missing in the middle of the night at age 4. That story will have to wait for another day.
Before you contact DHR........this is my first call to POISON CONTROL:) and he's 9! I think that's pretty good:) lol!!!!!! I can laugh about it now.....he is fine! But, being a Mom...you worry! I called his pediatrician and the nurse told me to call POISON CONTROL. If I wasn't worried by then, boy I was now. I called POISON CONTROL........so here is what went down.
The call was made around 10:30ish, and around 3ish this morning...I collapsed! Those people mean business! I felt like if I didn't do exactly as they said.....DHR, FBI, and the POLICE were coming after me. The lady-drill sergeant, ordered me to wake him up, after she ran the figures on his weight vs. dosage,...... whew.... he wasn't toxic....., but he had to get up and stay up for 1 hour, all the while drinking as much fluids as possible! I managed to get him up, watch a game of b-ball w/hubby, eat popcorn, drink fluids....just as ordered. Next she called at 11:30..."is he still up, did you get him to drink, if not, you will have to take him to the ER".....yes ma'am I did everything you said. " Okay, I'll call you back in another hour. You can let him go to sleep, but wake him up when I call back." Yes ma'am! 1 am...."ma'am wake him up....is he okay?" Yes ma'am! "I'll call back in 2 hours." Yes ma'am! 3am......"ma'am is he still okay?" Yes ma'am!
That's how his big night went! This must go down as the worst Mom Moment in history! I kept asking myself "why, what were you thinking?"
I didn't want to even tell what happened...but I thought this might either, 1....save some other poor child or 2. give you a sense of pride...seeing you are not the worst Mom ever:)...or maybe 3. provide you with just a good laugh!
Anyway, as I'm yawning today....DON'T ASK WHY......NOW YOU KNOW:)
CASE CLOSED....END OF DISCUSSION!
I would appreciate all the prayers and pat on the backs:)
BTW......son #2 said he felt good this morning:)