Calling 911...

So I had my first (and hopefully last) experience dialing 911 this week, thanks to our classically middle-child syndromed middle-child Kamden. Bryan was away that day and I was still recovering from my hernia surgery so I asked a young woman in my ward who is home from college to come and help me that day because I still have trouble lifting and such. Anyway, we made it to the afternoon and I got Logan down for a nap and could tell that Kamden was going to give me a hard time about taking his nap so I decided to let him watch a movie in my room on the couch. We started the movie for him and the babysitter and I started a movie in the front room. We had been checking on him regularly and he'd been doing great until about 3/4 of the way through our movie when he comes out of my room holding an empty prescription bottle! I had completely forgot that I had some pills from my surgery (some muscle relaxers) in my room in their closed bottles next to my bed. When I asked him where the pills were he told me he had eaten them! AHHHHH!!! COMPLETE PANIC!! I went into the room and found 5 pills, I had started with 30 and had probably taken about 12 myself. That left at least 13 pills unaccounted for. I repeatedly asked him where the pills were and he continued to tell me that he had eaten them. I looked all over the room and on the floor to see if I could find any more. It was at the point that I realized I needed to call poison control. Upon calling them and as calmly as a frantic mother can, explained to them what I believed my child may have taken and she told me I needed to call 911. We live only minutes from the hospital but I obeyed and called immediately. 3 minutes later a firetruck, ambulance and crew of 6 EMT's were at my door. At this point Kamden was still his happy smiling self and was happy to greet them with much excitement. The babysitter stayed with Logan while I went with Kamden for a little "joy ride" in the ambulance. He loved every minute of it. We got there and they made him drink this awful black charcoal stuff that absorbs everything in your stomach to keep it from going into your system. I was shocked that he took it without much complaint. It looked terrible! I called to check in on our babysitter and she told me that she had found 7 pills under my bed. That still left some unaccounted for but we really had no way of knowing where the rest had gone. They gave him a popsicle after the charcoal stuff and he remained happy and content. Next he had an IV put in to keep him from getting dehydrated and he again was unhesitant and didn't cry once! I was so amazed! After 6 long hours in the ER (which I found out was the required protocol for a poison control incident) we headed home. I don't think that the trip fazed him much and we'll never know how many pills he took whether he took any at all. KIDS!! I now understand what my mom was talking about when she would tell me that us kids were going to give her gray hair!

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This is our new house in Riverton. The pictures don't do it justice. We're really excited about starting a new chapter in our lives back home in Utah. We'll be moving in on June 11.

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