Monday, December 15, 2008
Patience or Patients
First of all, and probably least important, but just so you know, I hate when random strangers come up to me and touch my pregnant bulging belly. It happens every where. The grocery store- usually with 3 energetic children climbing over, in, around, out, underneath, and on top of the shopping cart. They stick out their hand while I am in mid stride to feel my burgeoning bump. Is this OK? I don't think so. Would you touch some ones belly if they weren't pregnant? No! So why, when they are already becoming claustrophobic in their own skin would you add to their discomfort by invading their personal space, which I would like to point out once again is already being surrendered, to a smaller, much less intrusive, cuter, more cuddly being than the unknown stranger in the grocery isle. For all you belly touch-ers out there- I am 35 weeks pregnant and running out of patience! Especially if you follow any belly touching with comments like these- "you look like your about to pop", or "I can't believe your having another one" (remember the 3 very lively lovely's on the cart) or if you really want to see steam say- "you must be having twins."
OK moving on before I raise my blood pressure to a normal level :)
Gabriel drank most of a bottle of Childrens cough syrup on friday. I am going to put all the details in here, so that you will know what to look for. If however you have a weak stomache, you are pregnant, or just can't read some things, skip this paragraph. Now for the story. When Gabriel walked by, he smelled like grape something. I asked him what he had and he didn't say anything. At this point I had him show me, and he ran up to his room and shut the door. He was hiding behind the door with a completely empty bottle of grape cough syrup. I watched him for a couple hours and he seemed fine. I still felt concerned so I started looking it up on the internet. This is where I normally go for medical advice. I am telling you don't go to the internet on this one. The first 3 pages of links had headlines like-"Child dies from cough syrup overdose". "Mother imprisoned for neglect in cough syrup overdose case". This is about the same point when Gabe dissapeared. I asked Seth where he was, and he said he went up to bed. Mild panic at this point. I went up to Gabriels room and my 3 year old is laying in his bed with the lights off. So I turned the light on. And I asked him what he was doing. His eyes were slightly glazed and he said he was really tired. I told him I was worried and we said a prayer. In the prayer I asked Heavenly Father to help his body get all of the yucky poison that he drank out of his system. As soon as we said Amen I start hearing mild explosions coming from his stomache. I asked Gabriel to go downstairs and play even though he was tired. Then I called Tom. Tom said he would be fine. I called Sheri- she and I have adequate experience calling poison control :) She suggested I call, as she had not encountered a closet drinking 3 year old before. So I called poison control. They did the math and figured with his size-35-40 lbs and age, even if the bottle had been full, it wouldn't have caused any lasting symptoms. About 10 minutes later Gabriel ran to the bathroom, bent over to pull down his pants, and he had an explosion. It exploded all over the walls, shower curtain and floor. However, after this trip to the bathroom I noticed his eyes were not glossy and he was more energetic. He has been a very docile child for the last couple days. I am not sure if it was the brush with death or what. When he told Tom the story after Tom got home from work, Gabriel said, "I drank all of the cough syrup and then I died. Then I shot poop out my bumm, then I felt better and I am alive again."
Oh the joys :)