Frst of all, sorry for my abesense. Family drama has brought me to and from Arizon (a two hour flight costing just over $600 round trip when bought last minute) TWICE in the past week.
Anywho, as my life has been too insane to even blog lately, it hasn't got any less, well, exciting and f-ing dramatic.
So I'm on the phone fighting with my husband (yay) and Bubbi is in my master bathroom in my site...ok, well I wasn't staring at her but I could see her if I actually pointed my eyes in her direction. My house is pretty darn baby proof because I can't be a hawk (be it having two young kids or my failure as a mother...your call).
Bubbi was right next to an "empty" suitcase that I had emptied myself. I borrowed it from my mother.
Scream! I run over and Bubbi is screaming and spitting out white stuff.
"What did you eat!?!?!?!"
Bubbi runs over and hands me two pieces of a slightly chewed up pill. I scream for my mom and she runs downstairs. I run for the phone and the fridge to call Poison Control (though at this point I really should memorize the number or just add it to speed dial). MOTHER F-ER MAGNET IS GONE!
Ok, stay calm. I get the number off the Internet and call. I tell them what I know, which isn't much.
"Yes...she's 2...um, my mom says she thinks the pill she spit out was Paxil....ok, good to know Paxil isn't bad...what else? Not sure they would be my mom's....MOM! What else could have been in there!??"
My mom walks up with two more pills she found loose in the suitcase. Heart meds. I tell the lady on the phone and tell her my mom has a long list of what else could have been in there. She says get to the closest ER so I run to find my keys.
GONE. No keys because I have no car. Let a friend borrow it.
F ME! Have to call said husband I was just on the phone arguing with. He shows up in minutes (piiiiiissed off). We head to the ER.
After four hours of observation, it turns out she didn't eat anything and the pill she did slightly chew was indeed "harmless" Paxil. Awesome.
Bubbi was a champ getting her vitals checked every thirty minutes until 10 pm.
We started to get bored. She was obviously fine, but we were not leaving until the doctor was sure she was ok.
Now getting really bored...playing with the foam hand sanitizer....
The last thirty minutes before they let us go, we wandered the halls to stop her from bouncing off the walls. Here she found an almost dead beetle. Very exciting.
