Poison Control

I think I must have done something really wrong at some point in my life because it seems someone of higher powers is always trying to test me. My life is like a test of wills. Well it at least sure seems that way ever since Keenan was born. I'm not sure if it's the "boy" in him, or the "second child syndrome" as I've heard it called before for those 2nd born children who are crazy. This boy really keeps me on my toes.

Thursday night I was taking the kids up for a bath. I took Keenan into Cayden's room and laid him down with a bottle of baby powder. I of course checked it to make sure the lid was closed nice and tight before I handed it to him. I walked literally 5 feet away to the bathroom to turn on the tub water. I was gone maybe 10 seconds if even that before I heard a freak out. I ran into the bedroom and saw Keenan trying to get up. He was COVERED and I mean covered in baby powder. He somehow managed to crack the lid off and even a protective inner lid and pour an entire bottle onto himself. A big bottle this was!! It was coating his face, neck and arms. It was in his eyes, in his mouth and up his nose. I grabbed him and threw him in the tub quickly getting it off, throwing water in his eyes and giving him a huge cup of water to drink. I was in a total panic. All the while Cayden is behind me bugging me with "Mommy, what's going on? Mommy I want to get in too" and finally I yelled "Cayden!! Leave me alone, this is a dangerous situation and mommy is scared". Way to keep calm and what a great thing to say to a 4.5 yr old. I think I might win mother of the year for this episode.

Anyway I called Eric at work (of course he is at work every time a crisis occurs), started asking my friends on my baby board and called my good friend who is a nurse to see if I should call the pediatrician or poison control. Within 5 mins I made the decision to call poison control. The told me the concern wouldn't be the amount that went into his mouth because you'd have to ingest a ton before any serious problems arise. The problem was that he inhaled it and that could be very serious. I had to treat him as normal but monitor him. Of course it was 8pm at night when he needs to go to bed so guess who couldn't sleep all night out of fear??? Anyway if he started coughing or wheezing I had to take him in immediately. He was fine, thank goodness.

I am a pretty laid back parent. I don't panic often. You can't when you have a holy terror, I mean "busy boy" like Keenan. But this sure sent me into a crazed mode. Looking back I wish I could have taken a picture. You could barely see him, he was covered that much. All in 10 seconds.