HOLY MOTHER OF ALL RETARDEDNESS DO I FEEL STUPID!!!

Well, I am no longer able to complain about a lack of excitement in my life, or a lack of retardedness for that matter. Let's just go ahead and put it out there that I am the worst babysitter on the planet and that if you leave your kids with me you'll be lucky if get them back an all in-tact and functional.

So I was sitting on my bed with Jaxon was sitting next to me playing with and of course eating everything within his reach. Inside my purse I have a plastic blue pill box with b's meds in it that I had just filled this morning. When I noticed Jaxon pick it up I thought to myself "he won't get it open, and if he does, I'm sitting literally right next to him and I'll grab it away." Yes I am in fact a complete idiot. Well, I must have been pretty engrossed in whatever I was doing on my laptop (I don't even remember anymore!) because when I looked up the pill box is open and all 4 pills are gone. Well I of course go on a rampage to locate and retrieve the spilt pills. As I'm searching through bed covers and purse I locate 2 of the 4 pills, I keep searching, starting to get nervous now. My heart rate is speeding and my mind is racing with worry. I call my dad and Ivan, who tell me they are moments from getting home. I locate the 3rd pill between the covers, but the fourth, the round white one, is no where to be found. I've looked everywhere in the general vicinity several times at this point and panic is starting to take over my body. When the guys walk in the door, I quickly explain the situation and get them on phone with poison control. Mika from poison control very calmly informs me that the baby's heart rate and blood pressure could rise dramatically and his heart could stop any minute. This the point at which we flew to the car and rushed him to the hospital.

Well you can imagine what a worthless horrible care giver I feel like at this point as we checked him in. Poor little Jaxon, who seemed to be feeling fine BTW, could die any second and it's all my fault, and no one's ever going to trust me with their kids again!

The nurse inspected the bottle of medication which in my hurry I did remember to bring, and informed us that she wasn't too worried, he'd probably just get sleepy, but to be safe she'd have us see the Doctor and get his input. Well, that was very positive hopeful news.

While we waited to see the Doctor I went to the vending machines to find Jaxon some comfort foods, cheetos and juice. I was rummaging through my purse for change when I again pulled out the blue pillbox with B's meds which are organized by separate compartments for each day of the week. As I inspected it, I noticed that the Wednesday compartment wasn't empty, but that his night pill, the round white one was still there. ...But I did give him his night pill... That's when I remembered that earlier when I was giving B his pill I tipped the pill box expecting one round white pill to roll into his hand, but along with it three more colorful pills tumbled to the carpet, because for some reason I had opened Saturday's instead of Wednesday's compartment. Well at the time I just hurriedly picked them up (before the baby could toddle over and put one in his mouth of course) and returned them to Saturday's compartment without much thought. Coincidentally (and unfortunately) that was the very same compartment that Jaxon somehow popped open with his drooly little mouth.

Well, when we realized, to much relief that he hadn’t eaten the pill, we checked out of the hospital (fortunately without a bill since he hadn’t seen the Dr. yet!) and took sweet little oblivious Jaxon home to bed.

In the end I guess no one and nothing was really hurt except for my self confidence, especially in my parenting ability (there goes any inclination I had to reproduce) and probably my status as best big sister ever. ): Sorry Jaxon.