“Daddy kicked you out of the bedroom?” I ask absently as I see Elanor wander up to the gate that separates the kitchen from the living/dining room.
She comes up and shakes the gate.
I glance up and give her a smile until I see her drooling some white out of her mouth. My mind goes through everything that could cause that and draws a blank. Then I see a white pill appear between her lips.
I fling the gate open and practically dive for her while calling for Ravi, who sound irritated that I’m bothering him post Elanor-banishment. At first I think she has swallowed the pill, but Ravi finds it on the floor. Then I start frantically tearing through the bedroom trying to figure out what she had swallowed-we each take a variety of meds. I figure out that somehow she got some Naproxen (which is a mild painkiller Ravi takes for shoulder pain) even though I couldn’t find any bottle open. The pills matched in size and I could make out the branding when I compared the two.
I call poison control and am relieved to hear it’s not a BIG deal that requires an ER visit even with the single kidney. We were told to give her a small snack now and then fluid throughout the day. The only thing to watch out for is a very rare reaction of a skin rash, which would mean an immediate trip to the ER. The woman I talked to was able to give me important information in a quick and calm manner. When I shared that E has a single kidney, she immediately was able to talk about the nephrotoxicity of naproxen. Thanks, Kathy!
I don’t want to downplay the seriousness of needing to call Poison Control, but the truth is that its a rare parent who makes it through early childhood without a phone call there. I just figured our first call would be for Windex or something.
What’s most interesting about this whole experience is that if she had gotten the Naproxen on my watch, I would have beaten myself up something insane. Because it happened on Ravi’s, I was able to see that it wasn’t HIS fault-it was one of those things. I never could have gotten that perspective on mine. Even knowing that, it’s hard for me to have perspective.