Wordless Wednesday

Wild Weekend

This past weekend I about had heat failure- no joke. I'd like to say it was lil' CJ's fault, but I must confess it was my own. I forgot to lock the cleaner cabinet after I mopped the floor. He found my unlocked cabinet, opened up the cleaner, and had himself a drink. I would like to say it was only a swallow, but he had a measurable amount, despite its bad smell. Where was I when this happened? I was walking down the hallway...it took only a few seconds for all of this to occur.

For the next five minutes, I feel like my life was a blur. CJ started vomiting uncontrollably, and he was screaming between breaths. I knew instantly what he had done because I could smell the cleaner in the vomit. I frantically called poison control. Thankfully, our pediatrician had given us a sticker for the phone so that I would even know what number to call. Within a few seconds I was relieved to know that that cleaner he swallowed wasn't going to harm him fatally. The outcome- stomach irritation and a burned throat.

He continued to throw up until everything was out of his system, and he didn't have much to say because of his throat being sore. For the next hour, I rocked him and tried to get him to drink a sip of water. He refused, but I eventually got him to drink about four sips. When poison control called me back to check on him, I thought everything was going to be okay. This was not so. I was told to take him to the emergency room because he wouldn't swallow his drool. They thought he may have a chemical burn in his throat. So, off to the ER we went. Thankfully, his throat didn't have any blisters.

The little tyke is fine now. The only lingering symptom he has is a bronchial-like cough every now and then. I still can't believe that it happened. I am always so over cautious...this will no doubt make me worse. I just praise God that in my slip-up he kept our son safe. God is good.

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Conversations

Today the guys of our house went to get their haircuts. As BA was getting his hair done, he hardly said anything while watching intently into the mirror. About mid-cut, he informed the hair stylist, "I have washed behind my ears." I didn't know whether to be embarrassed or laugh, so I just chose the latter. Anyway, BA didn't really say anything else, but he sure did provide a good chuckle for the rest of us.

Conversations

BA: Mom, I want a real drill.

Crissy: BA, you have a real drill (toy craftsman) in your toy box.

BA: No, Mom...I want a real drill that will drill real holes in the wall.