What I Almost Didn't Tell You...

I was a little embarrassed to publish this post because this has happened so often lately. However, when Reeve calls me up 25 years from now and says "Mom, what am I going to do with my boys?" I will say "Reeve, let me read a little passage from our family blog book. It is dated October 1, 2008. Today we had to take Reeve to the ER again." I will then tell him the story about how he made a massive mess with his oatmeal all over the counter. As I was cleaning it up he had a "few" minutes to himself. He came into the kitchen and told me "mommies snack." Then he pulled on my hand to come with him. He led me to my bathroom. We have a closet that we keep a bunch of stuff in. When I walked into the bathroom there was an orange pill bottle on the ground with little white pills spilt all over the floor. I picked it up and it was some leftover nausea pills from my last pregnancy. I didn't even know they were in there. Well he climbed up and found them somewhere. And the bottle was childproof, not Reeve proof. I was sure he had taken at least one but I had no idea how many. So I called Aaron at work, and he called poison control. They said we needed to take him to the ER since we didn't know how many he took. So Aaron came and took him. I knew the pills were starting to take effect because he has never sat so still in his whole life. They monitored him for two hours. His heart rate and blood pressure stayed normal. He probably only ate one. And he took one long nap! I do believe the reason I stopped taking them when I was pregnant was because they made me too tired.
I have always heard people say to get rid of old meds....why do I always end up learning the hard way?
Reeve is the most curious little boy. We have had so many of these stories. Reeve is also the sweetest little thing. He never forgets to give me a "thank you mommy" no matter what it is that I do for him. He always has to have a hug from Belle before she walks into her Kindergarten class. Her teacher always likes to watch this. When he gets into bed at night he will repeat hug, hug, hug, or kiss, kiss , kiss until everyone has hugged and kissed him. That makes our long and sometimes rough days alright.